Here I sit. Waves overtaking me, no end in sight. I don’t see how I’m going to make it out alive. Dark, deep thoughts overtake my mind and suddenly I feel like I’m drowning. I can’t go one more day and I can’t keep slipping away. Away from; everything I once knew to be true. Nothing seems good anymore, nothing seems easy. Work, press on, keep moving; keep swimming. And for what? Just to do it all over again tomorrow. The current will always rise but will I? Rise up, soul. Wake up, it’s not that bad. It could always be worse, and that’s what gets me through the day.

I cry out:

“Have mercy on me, Lord, for I am in distress. Tears blur my eyes. My body and soul are withering away. I am dying from grief; my years are shortened by sadness. Sin has drained my strength; I am wasting away from within.”
‭‭Psalms‬ ‭31:9-10‬ ‭NLT‬‬

Done. Have you ever just felt done? Okay, my dark, depressing post is about to take a turn. Stick with me. There’s an island in the distance. There’s always an island. This island may not be the same comfort or have the same luxaries you’re used to but; it’s safe. You’re not drowning anymore and you’re surviving. There’s a simplicity to survival life. It’s not easy but there’s comfort in knowing you don’t have to struggle to keep afloat like you did in the big abyss. It’s a new struggle, a different struggle. It’s ok though, it’ll eventually become your norm. This is the shit show of my life, currently. Surviving, living off the land; so to speak.  I’m living on an island with the hope of survival. I have everything I need. I may not have everything that makes me cozy but it’s created a thankfulness in my heart for each passing day I make it through. It creates a bond between my people and I as we stride on to make it out alive and forge our way through the wilderness. Because, we will make it out alive. You want to know how? Finding comfort in the provider even in the midst of complete chaos. Not only are we not promised tomorrow; We’re also not promised to always have the comfort and safety of today. Anyone’s world can flip on it’s axis at anytime, it’s not a matter of if it will, it’s a matter of when. It’ll always blindside you, it’ll never happen when you have your fighting gloves on. It’ll always happen when you’re struggling to breathe as you gasp for one last breath. That’s okay though, the island is there. Explore it. Create life there. Keep hope of a God that rescues.

This isn’t the end for you. The island is a promise of provision and even, prosperity if you look past the unknown and trust the known, you’ll be okay.

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