Negative Waves

 I’m sure that won’t happen to you, friends. I have better things in mind for you—salvation things! God doesn’t miss anything. He knows perfectly well all the love you’ve shown him by helping needy Christians, and that you keep at it. And now I want each of you to extend that same intensity toward a full-bodied hope, and keep at it till the finish. Don’t drag your feet. Be like those who stay the course with committed faith and then get everything promised to them.
     ~ Hebrews 6:9-12
 
The weather folk promised us several things this past winter and into spring:
  • the storm of the century
  • snowpocalypse
  • pollen tsunami
     They hyped the weather. The storm of the century was a large storm but not larger than others that earned a lesser title. The snowpocalypse was the same, though regions in our state were truly in danger…the forecast for Long Island fell short of the report.  And the tsunami?  By definition there is destruction in the path of a tsunami.  There is death and annihilation as well.  Also not true.
     So why, when a wave of mediocrity washed over me, at a most inconvenient time, (just before worship) why did I think it was a tidal wave? Why did I think I was a C plus student with A in effort?
Such lovely “tissues” surrounded me: choir members, other musicians, clergy, kids, family.  They gave me a lovely image, and shared some of their own insecurities.  Apparently many are occasionally washed over and sometimes caught in the undertow of a negative wave.
     I was given the image of being a stream cleaner, a woman who goes to the stream and pulls out debris so that the stream can flow freely, unencumbered by dead fall, leaves, etc.  I was met with stories of folks’ own encounters with waves.  And many hugs.
     I was also given some truth that I did not want to hear, but it was so helpful.  Sometimes, “you don’t want to feel better, you don’t want to hear what we say.”  That was hard.  Because it was true.  It is easier to hold on to buoys of despair than to swim the few feet to shore.  It is hard to let go of hurts.  But it is way past time.
 
Lord, help me to recognize those old “beloved” hurts, and give them up, like an ill fitting garment, so that you can turn it  into something beautiful.
Something Beautiful
Because of Him,
Linda
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