I love a new experience. The thrill, the little nervousness, the joy, the moment.
So when we rented this little cabin on one of the Finger Lakes in New York and there were two kayaks there, and I have never been in a kayak, the challenge was on. Thankful for the life vest, I put it on and attempted to climb in the kayak. My fifty-five year old knees that ran-a-marathon-and-sometimes- think-they-don’t want-to-bend-a-certain-way kind of got in the way but I told them who’s the boss and finally got in the water. And so did my husband.
After figuring out how to stir the little vessels, we took off, breathing in the beauty of God’s handiwork. The water looked like glass, the birds soared peacefully. The other side of the lake was about a mile away, we had been told. We decided to attempt going there.
The kayak kept veering to the right. “Keep that bow pointed to where you’re going,” my husband said. Yeah, right… easier said than done. I concentrated, and his advice actually worked. I was able to keep myself pretty much in line by continually looking ahead and aligning the bow with my target–a little ranch house on the other side of the lake. As I kept myself in line with my target, I heard the Lord say to me, “It’s like my Word.” And I got it–use the Word like that bow to keep going in the right direction.
And I smiled to myself as I used my oar left and right and left and right and left and right, getting into the rhythm, gliding on the glass water, feeling one with nature, keeping my bow in line with the little ranch house on the other side. Listening to the sound of the water moving under me. All of a sudden, I found myself in the middle of the lake. Really far from where I came from, and a long way from the little ranch house on the other side. And my mind, it started to play the “what if” game, and it caused my heart to flutter a bit. I found myself having to breathe deep to settle my body. And I heard Him say to me, “Use the bow.” And I got it–use the Word as a bow to direct my mind in the right direction. Away from fear into trusting Him. Into yielding to the revelation of His perfect care and ability to keep me.
So I did. In the middle of the lake, where the bottom is so very deep and it’s full of creatures I don’t care to know about, I recalled His Word and let it wash away the flutters of my heart, the “what ifs” in my mind.
And I smiled to myself as I used my oar left and right and left and right and left and right, gliding on the glass water, feeling absolutely safe, with my eyes on the bow. And the kayak, it brought me all the way to the other side. And the Lord, He revealed Himself gloriously to me once again.
And I love Him for it.
Cultivating Thankfulness with Ann Voskamp
#948 Kayaking for the first time
#949 Barbecuing shrimp
#950 the sound of the water as I fall asleep
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