Last year, for our anniversary, my husband John and I stayed at beautiful Pawley's Island, South Carolina for a long weekend. On one occasion, we walked into the ocean with the goal of riding the waves. John held my hand and each time a wave would come toward us, he would shout "Jump!" at precisely the right moment. We then jumped up with the rising wave and came back down as the wave went down. We were in sync with the rhythm of the waves.
Then it was my turn to shout "Jump!" and due to my long-suffered rhythm issues, the jumps didn't always go too well. John still jumped at the right moment instinctively, but I often jumped a second too late, getting caught in the middle of the wave, gagging on salt water afterward. Apparently I was supposed to have my mouth closed, too, but that was way too much to remember!
Horatio Spafford in his hymn, "It Is Well with My Soul," described life's sorrows using the metaphor of ocean waves.
When peace, like a river, attends my way, when sorrows like sea billows roll, whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say, "It is well, it is well with my soul."
What an apt description! Sorrows, just like sea billows, often seem to come from out of nowhere and loom over us. Even when we do all we can to prepare for the jump, they still manage to overwhelm us in their flood and those salty tears are just plain inevitable.
I'm glad John was there to hold my hand during my attempted wave rides. It's unlikely I would have been physically harmed under his watch. God is always there in our sorrows, too, assuring us with His truth that no sorrow can truly drown our souls.
The blood-bought soul is safe and well, looking forward to eternal life with God Himself, where no evil or sorrows will ever threaten us again. The joy of this truth triumphs over all sorrow, even when it comes in tidal waves.
~ Kristen I.