A little reading time off here, a lack of praying there, grumbling and thanklessness spread throughout. My faith feels a chill. The face of Jesus becomes blurry and distant.
He’s still there, but I’m drifting away.
Unlike some of those Hebrews was written for initially, I don’t give up my faith. But, His voice becomes faint as I flow where the current and waves of life see fit. My Christianity becomes dull and muted.
Drifting occurs in the midst of these:
Don’t drift away!
What you have is real.
Keep a tight grip on this love walk with Me.
I understand, and I won’t let you down.
Drifting pulls us far from land as a rip current pulls from the safety of shore. It takes us to a place where survival requires the doggie paddle times ten. It’s our own struggle. It’s our own works, drifting all the while. At that point we simply survive versus thrive.
Pressing against the drift, flowing where you’re designed to go?
Stroking in trust that the Faithful One is truly just that: faithful?
That’s determining to not give up because Jesus is in clear view.
And, it’s quite the opposite of drifting.
God loves you.
Cling with tenacity versus drifting aloof.
Grab that paddle once again if you’ve set it down in times past.
Garner the strength to paddle with tenacity.
His promises are true.
Press on in His strength, His plan.