A 12′ breaker hit the shore of my life today. I was going along just fine, or so I thought, when out of the blue a huge breaker crashed in on my life.
And if that weren’t enough, it brought with it dozens of driftwood logs, forcing me to deal with big things I had long since pushed away from me in the ocean of my life.
I’d like to say I grabbed a surf board and cowabunga’ed my way over it. But I’d be lying.
Instead I was flooded with past memories amidst a constant downpour of tears. I was dazed. I was caught off guard and didn’t know which way to turn, so I turned to my old habit of running away from the pain.
I drove and prayed and cried. I stood silent on the edge of the water. I wanted to connect with the crane down shore from me. But we both kept our solitary distance. I had a few moments of peace. Fragmented lavendar pieces of shell lay all around my feet.
Even here, facing these things, God had given me gifts of beauty.
I must deal with the driftwood logs now, one at a time. Each log bears a deadened, crushing, water-logged weight in my life.
God help me.
Have you ever had a day like this? How did you get through it?