I was writing in my journal recently about sadness, and this is the…thing that emerged. I don’t know what you would call it. I hope it isn’t too incoherent. It was originally one huge paragraph and didn’t want split any farther than I managed to split it.
If God brings a river of sorrow across your road of life, don’t despair if there is no bridge. Sometimes God calls us to swim across the raging torrents. But take heart! Don’t cling to the banks. Don’t be afraid if you swallow a little water. It is bitter, I know, but in the end it will make you stronger. So strike out across the river! Swim boldly in His strength. And if the current is too strong for you, don’t give up. Don’t panic at how far down the river it sweeps you. Keep on swimming. It’s okay if your head goes under the water as long as it comes back up again. So keep swimming! Don’t despair and sink to the bottom.
When you reach the end of your strength, cry out for help and then stretch the end a little farther – keep your head up! See! Here He comes down the bank to save you. Fasten your gaze on Him and keep swimming until He wraps his arms around your shivering and exhausted frame. Rest on his shoulder and let Him carry you the rest of the way to shore. Listen to Him tell you how proud He is of the way you persevered, and how glad He is that you were swept so far downriver, because the current brought you right to the place where He was. Rejoice when He sets your feet on solid ground again, because He is rejoicing too. Lean on His arm while you catch your breath, and let Him support you until you regain the strength to walk. Then run with Him and find that you are stronger than you were on the other side of the river.