Pier Pilings - digg this
I went to pray with some friends of mine last night. We sat there talking about the events of the week and what was going on in each other’s lives. I shared with them my doubts and fears including my disbelief in God’s promises. Someone asked me if the lack of trust that I have in God’s provision is cyclical. I told him no and the way I described it was this.
I spent high school and a good portion of college summers living in Nags Head, NC. They have some awesome fishing piers there including one that my Mom used to work at. These amazing constructs stretch out hundreds of feet over the ocean suspended on pilings almost a hundred feet long. These things are rough, covered in barnacles and treated to withstand long soaks in salt water and hurricane force winds.
My doubt is like those pilings. They have always been there. It seems like they will always be there. My faith is what is cyclical. It's like the vast ocean. It's unpredictable, beautiful when calm and sometimes more beautiful when in turmoil. What my faith isn't, is limitless, but when the tide is high that's a good thing. You can't see the dirty, scarred wood. Oh it's there, make no mistake.
Faith is constantly ebbing and flowing. I'm just waiting for God to bring another high tide. I believe it will happen. Why not? It always has before. God's presence in my life is real, make no mistake. I no more feel it right now than I feel the cells in my body reproducing. He's there just the same.
Going back to the beach of my youth, I remember a hurricane that came along one time. That storm clipped about a hundred feet or more off the end of the pier. In addition to the long boards that make up the flooring of the pier it took the pilings too. Once they're gone apparently they're hard to put back. Pissed off Captain Andy to no end. He's a bit cheap, is Andy.
So I guess my prayer is that God send me a hurricane. It gets the ocean whipped up and blows those nasty wooden beams away. I could use that. A hurricane is a mighty fearful thing, no doubt and one shouldn't wish it lightly. I hope I'm not. I guess we'll see. Until that happens the natural cycle of my faith going up and down will continue and that’s not a horrible thing I suppose.
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That said, I must be living in frickin' Arizona right now then.
Sorry to hear that man.
Ditto.