I spent the afternoon, today, on the pier, talking to the surfers, but they couldn’t hear me. It was more like I was talking to myself, really. “Take it! Take the wave! No! Not yet! Paddle, paddle, paddle!!! YESSSSS!!!!! Sweeeeet!!!!” Essentially, I was cheerleader, trying to direct and encourage the surfers, so stoked when they caught a wave and bummed when they wiped out. But they couldn’t hear me. (Though at some point I shreeked loud enough to freak out one of them.) I realized, on the way home, how I just mimicked a nano-increment of what God does for me every single day of my life. He’s constantly watching me, directing my steps, encouraging me, but the majority of the time, I’m floating around, not listening or unable to hear. And the moment I’m perfectly still, not huffing and puffing around, I can hear Him say “This is it! Go! Now!!!!!!…Right on, kid! Good job!” And when I don’t listen, and I screw up, he’s bummed, but still trying to direct me to catch the next great wave. God is my cheerleader, complete with pom poms in the form of friends, fam, rainbows, butterflies, hummingbirds, stingrays and mango mousse. The fact that He loves me so much and choose me before I was born, blows my mind! That I don’t see myself as a saint, but He only sees my identity in Himself is so intense!!! Thank you for the cross, Jesus!! Thank you!
