My devotional this morning pointed me, as always it seems, with a right lens for my day. Maybe you, like me, feel that the storms just keep coming. I remember once, when I lived in Florida as a child, going to the beach and having a contest with my sister to see how long we could tread the water in the beautiful Atlantic Ocean. We both stubbornly kept the contest going for quite awhile, and I remember my legs beginning to ache.
My heart feels that way sometimes.
I keep treading and treading with that little word. . . hope. My head is bobbing up and down, legs aching, staying afloat. . . But, can this be over? Can my contest end?
My devotion this morning reminded me that there’s a difference between despair and desperation.
Despair = not so good. There’s no point in it all. I quit.
Desperation = Jesus, you are my only hope. I look to you for my help, where else would I go?
Just when my strength runs out, is the same place where I give it to Him. And, that is where my heart belongs. . . safe in His loving hands.