These past few months have been one of the hardest seasons I have had to walk through since my time on the World Race. Through the constant fights and battles and ups and downs I’ve had with God, He has left me speechless. I am in constant awe of how he takes my anxiety, stress and doubts and covers it with His grace. I always like to the use the waterfall analogy, sometimes I think I use it too much, but you can never over-use the grace of God (can I get an Amen).
To paint a picture for you: Victoria Falls. While it is neither the widest nor the highest waterfall, with a height of 354 feet and a width of 5,604 feet, it is classified as the world’s largest sheet of falling water (thanks Wikipedia). As soon as you step onto the National Park, you can feel the mist from the waterfall. As you approach the waterfall, the midst becomes heavier and heavier eventually turning into a torrential downpour. To unfold this picture for you, the grace of God looks a lot like a waterfall. Not only can you stand in front of this natural wonder and say, “Only you God,” but you can also feel just how powerful and mighty it is. Our God is powerful and mighty. His grace is powerful and mighty. His love is powerful and mighty. How amazing is it that we can come to God empty handed, ashamed and broken, knowing that He will take us as we are, wash us and make us pure again, filling us up with unrelenting grace and unconditional love. That right there is the God I serve. Our God is not a god of ultimatums. We don’t have to work to receive his love or grace. God has loved us from the beginning of time and He always will. God’s waterfall of grace and love doesn’t have a dry season; it is a continual flow and it is everlasting. He is the world’s largest sheet of grace and love.
During my time in Zambia, I had a chance to bungee jump over the Victoria Falls Bridge that crosses the Zambezi River just under Victoria Falls. With my feet and waist wrapped around the bungee chord and my arms spread out, I inched my way to the edge of the bridge. Then just like that I jumped and I can guarantee you every part of me during that 364 feet drop thought this was it. I don’t know if it was the excitement of adventure in me or that I am literally just that crazy, but it was hands down the scariest moment in my life. And sometimes following God looks a lot like spreading your arms and falling into a pool of His grace and love.
Let go of all the pain and dive in. It is scary. It is dangerous. But there is no better feeling than swimming in grace.
