A couple of weeks ago I told my husband I felt like I was just treading water. I was pushing and pushing but not going anywhere. Exerting effort but not seeing progress.
The land I thought I saw in the distance was simply a mirage. I could only see water and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep swimming.
He told me even though I couldn’t see the shore, it was still there. That’s how much he loves me. And that’s how much God loves me. When I don’t think I can go any more, he reminds me he’s still there. Right in the midst of the struggle.
When we have a goal in our minds, we often strive and strive until we completely exhaust ourselves. With roles like mothering and writing, there is often a cyclical pattern that makes us feel as though we’re not accomplishing anything. We write the same things over and over using different words. We pick up the same toys over and over at different times of the day.
Sometimes in all our reaching for more, we forget God has already reached the finish line.
The debt has already been paid. He has overcome.
We can find rest in the peace of his presence. We can be overwhelmed with the joy of who He is. And realize that we can’t earn something that’s already been given.
In all our striving we often miss what’s right in front of us. But when we stop and pay attention, he’s right there waiting.
*This post was written for Five Minute Friday. A beautiful group of writers who meet each week to free write for five minutes on one word. Today’s word was: reach. Click the button below to learn more.