Word-Nerd alert! Today we are going to talk about phrases and colloquial expressions that take ahold of the public’s imagination and quickly become over-used. Some of these phrases are so prominent they find their way into the dictionary; some fall by the wayside and die a well-deserved death. (Aren’t you glad that everything isn’t “FIERCE” anymore? But it’s time for “literally” to go away. Like, literally.)

In one weekend, I heard the phrase “deep dive” about twenty times. I first noticed it while listening to a favorite podcast (Lou Mongello’s ‘Walt Disney World Radio’, an excellent insider’s information program done by a wonderfully enthusiastic recovering lawyer, who now devotes his career to helping people navigate all things Disney). Then I heard it several times while listening to NPR radio on the way to the airport. I heard it again on a news broadcast at the airport, then heard it from practically every speaker at the Orange Conference in Atlanta. There was so much deep diving, I got out of breath and nearly got the bends coming out of the weekend.

According to a delightful article on the Merriam Webster Dictionary’s website on “Words We are Watching” (who knew such a thing existed? My Word Nerd meter is registering a 10!), the phrase “Deep Dive” means this:

Deep dive has recently taken on the meaning of “a thorough examination of a subject or topic.” It currently is often found when describing a piece of journalism of a certain gravity or comprehensiveness.

Read it here

My prayer for these daily devotionals is that we would all have a chance to spend five minutes early in the day (or at bedtime…just make it decaf!) to have a cup of coffee, a moment of quiet, and a “deep dive” into God’s Word. I discovered during Lent that when I dove deep for forty days, I stayed a little deeper when I got out than I was when I got in. I think a lot of us just tickle our toes once a week or twice a month in the living water that is Christ, and hope that is enough. It isn’t.

This water we are navigating is LIFE. A full immersion baptism into the scriptures is what will get us through life’s crises and victories, life’s joys and sorrows, and is the only thing that can sustain us through diagnoses, divorce, destruction and death.

1 John 1:1-4 The Message (MSG)

“1 From the very first day, we were there, taking it all in—we heard it with our own ears, saw it with our own eyes, verified it with our own hands. The Word of Life appeared right before our eyes; we saw it happen! And now we’re telling you in most sober prose that what we witnessed was, incredibly, this: The infinite Life of God himself took shape before us.

We saw it, we heard it, and now we’re telling you so you can experience it along with us, this experience of communion with the Father and his Son, Jesus Christ. Our motive for writing is simply this: We want you to enjoy this, too. Your joy will double our joy!”

This passage beautifully explains why we dive deep into God’s Word together here At Water’s Edge. I feel exactly the same way: my motive for writing is simply this; I want you to enjoy this, too. When we experience communion with with the Father, Son and Holy Spirit, and when we experience the Word of Life, it brings us JOY. And when we dive together, our joy is doubled.

Thank you for diving deep with me! I truly cherish every reader, and the time that we spend together every day.

Morning’s first light at Colington.

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Her name was Janis, and she was truly one of the kindest, funniest, gentlest earth-angels I have ever known. For a brief period of wonderment we worked side by side on a church staff. She was our Children’s Director, and her vibrancy and love for her task still inspire me today. An Army wife, mother of two, and everybody’s favorite, Janis lit up the rooms of our lives with her presence. And then came the cancer.

Two months after she died, I finally had a chance to get away and process my grief. I lived outside Atlanta at the time, and naturally I fled to the Outer Banks for this purpose. It was March; a cold and windy and gray-on-gray kind of March where the ocean roars with huge pieces of foam that fly off the waves and stick to the houses.

I couldn’t find comfort anywhere. I walked the beach, sat in the house at night, got up at 4 AM to stare at the moon over the sound, but peace was elusive. I missed her so much, and the hole she left at the church gaped wide. I could not fathom how her children would negotiate their mother’s death. I had lost a best friend, and I was ANGRY.

When enough sleepless nights had taken their toll, I walked out to the ocean to deal with God. A Nor’easter had come in overnight, and the wind practically cut me in half. I walked up steps covered in two feet of sand and made my way to the top of a dune. And it was there that I shook my fist at God, yelling, crying, snot flying in the wind…it was raw, ugly, and it went on for hours. HOW DARE YOU TAKE HER FROM US.

Finally, FINALLY, the rage inside of me subsided. I was wrung out, poured out, emptied of all my wrath and self pity. And God looked down at what was left of me and said, “Are you done yet? ‘Cause I’m still here, and I’m still God.”

In the book of Job we see a fascinating study on suffering. The bottom line teaching from Job is that God is in steady control of all of life’s situations, and after we work through our emotional responses to things, God is still God.

Job 38:1-11

Then the Lord spoke to Job out of the storm.

He said: “Who is this that obscures my plans

    with words without knowledge?

Brace yourself like a man;

    I will question you,

    and you shall answer me.

“Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation?

    Tell me, if you understand.

Who marked off its dimensions? Surely you know!

    Who stretched a measuring line across it?

On what were its footings set,

    or who laid its cornerstone—

while the morning stars sang together

    and all the angels shouted for joy?

“Who shut up the sea behind doors

    when it burst forth from the womb,

when I made the clouds its garment

    and wrapped it in thick darkness,

when I fixed limits for it

    and set its doors and bars in place,

when I said, ‘This far you may come and no farther;

    here is where your proud waves halt’?

And there it is. I don’t have to understand why God does what he does, but I do have to understand his sovereign goodness in my life. I will never be able to fathom his ways, but I can look to him as the author and perfector of my faith. Trying to find answers to the mind and workings of God is a fool’s task; but we can understand the HEART of God, and that is where our peace will be found.

In the end, we will all be together. In the end, eternity far outweighs the blink-of-the-eye span of earthly existence. In the end, God is God, and I am not.

If you are standing on a dune of despair and confusion today, take heart. God is with you in the storm, and everything that is happening is under his control. You may not understand why, but understand this: his love for you will never end. You are his, now and through infinity and beyond. Hang on. No storm lasts forever.

Photo by Michelle Robertson.

We have a family practice of asking each other, “What was your favorite part of vacation?” as we are driving back home. I remember asking our young children that question after a two week vacation here on the Outer Banks, when we lived in Atlanta. Everyone thought for a while and offered several favorites, but young Jamie was silent. Finally I asked her what her favorite part was, and she said in a cheerful and very innocent voice, “I think my favorite part was that the whole time, nobody told me to hurry up.”

Sweet Jesus in the morning. I can’t even begin to tell you how much that hurt. I was flooded with memories of the school year that just ended, and the numerous times EVERY DAY Jamie was told to HURRY UP. It still hurts. That simple statement in the car that summer changed me forever. Not to say I didn’t ever say it again, but I deliberately began to structure the morning in a way that wasn’t as hurried and rushed.

Have you ever had someone tell you the truth in a way that felt like taking a bullet straight to the heart?

Let’s talk about David for a moment. David was a very bored King. One day, he sees beautiful Bathsheba taking a shower on the roof of her house next door. Now, we have outdoor showers in most of the houses here on the Outer Banks, so outdoor showers don’t mess with our minds. But apparently Bathsheba’s didn’t have the required high walls around it like we have here, making it easy for David to enjoy the shower as much as Bathsheba did.

Though she was married to a soldier named Uriah, David summons her and takes her into his bed. Weeks later, she discovers she is pregnant, so David takes action and calls for Uriah to come home for a “conjugal visit”. (That’s a prison term: look it up.) But the faithful Uriah sleeps at the palace gate, protecting his King, and thus fails to conjugate the visit.

And so David sends poor Uriah to the front line of battle, where he is killed. And for a while, David thinks he has gotten away with it all. He was, after all, the King. And Kings think they can get away with things like lying, adultery, killings, and cover ups. But then comes Nathan.

Nathan is a prophet and a man of God’s choosing. He has been chosen to deliver a strong message of truth…a truth that David does not want to hear. But rather than hit it head on, Nathan tells a story of a horrible rich and privileged man; a man of great wealth, who owned lots and lots of animals. This man stole the only lamb of a poor man. The lamb was actually the beloved pet of the poor man, and the rich man took it and served it up for his guests’ dinner. (Sorry, vegans! It’s only a story!)

Hearing this truly awful story, King David rises up and denounces the rich man, and is incensed at the injustice:

2 Samuel 12:5-7 “Then David’s anger burned greatly against the man, and he said to Nathan, ‘As the LORD lives, surely the man who has done this deserves to die. He must make restitution for the lamb fourfold, because he did this thing and had no compassion.”

And Nathan replied to David, “You are the man.”

BAM. There it is. Suddenly David is confronted with having to OWN UP. It was him, stealing the precious wife of a faithful soldier. He was the man.

We all come to a moment when God brings us to a time of OWNING UP to some behavior or sin we have committed. Perhaps we have many occasions where we stand with our feet on the owning-up precipice. God confronts us with a truth, lays it out bare before us, and we have to decide what to do.

The reason we are brought to a place of owning up is to find peace. David owned up to his sins and repented, and thus David received God’s forgiveness.

Where is God calling you to own up today? Where has the truth been revealed to you about your actions or behavior? God calls us to many things: repentance, a greater compassion for others, to stop hiding something and own up to the truth, or even just to develop a deeper relationship with him…where do you see yourself in the story?

God wants us to own up so that we might be changed. We are invited to respond with an answer like David and say, “It’s Me. I did it. Forgive me”. Confession, repentance and then pardon…it’s the only way to have true peace. But first, ya gotta own it.

Photo by Jamie Haas Mathis, who was not in any hurry when she took it in a church in Vernazza, Italy.

It was a beautiful summer evening, and my daughter had just gotten home from a long shift at work. We changed into our PJ’s and had the movie and wine already picked out. Too hot to walk the dog, we decided to let her swim in the canal for some exercise before we settled in for the evening. Unfortunately, neither of us looked at the water level before throwing the toy in and watching her leap joyfully after it.

The winds had pushed sound water deep into the canals that day, and the water was almost up to the bottom of the docks, leaving no head room for a swimming dog. The dog ramp is on the opposite side of the dock, which means that Georgia has to swim under the dock to get to the ramp. Seeing that the water was so high, she refused. The next ten minutes were sheer terror. She became more and more exhausted, and we got more and more panicked as we tried to direct her back out into the canal to swim around the boat parked at the dock, so that she could access the ramp from the other side. She couldn’t see the ramp from that angle, so she wasn’t having it.

Finally my daughter jumped in and swam Georgia back to the side of the dock where I was lying flat, thinking we could push and pull her up. It should be noted that Georgia weighs 110 lbs and was in a full blown panic at this point. Jamie pushed, I pulled her collar, and at one point it was now Jamie going under for the third time. In that moment I made a “Sophie’s Choice” that if I could only save one, it would of course be the daughter. But at the last minute we succeeded, and got Georgia up on the dock.

We were shaking like leaves in a winter wind. Georgia shook the water off her fur and pranced over to the side of the dock where we throw the toy and looked back as though to say, “Again?”

We laugh about it now, but that feeling of sheer panic at watching both of them going under water has stayed with me to this day. I think most of us have an innate fear of drowning, and I can say without hesitation that water, even in its most placid form, terrifies me. So moving water, where you can’t touch the bottom and you can’t get out, is especially frightening for me.

I am sure there have been times in your life where you felt as though you were “going under”, and maybe for the third time. Marriages go under, finances go under, health goes under, relationships go under, and the list goes on. Every week in my office somebody sits on my couch and hopes for a life line to be cast out, and then hopes they have the strength to get a grip and hold on.

Next time you are nose-deep in water, read this:

Hebrews 6:18-20 We who have run for our very lives to God have every reason to grab the promised hope with both hands and never let go. It’s an unbreakable spiritual lifeline, reaching past all appearances right to the very presence of God where Jesus, running on ahead of us, has taken up his permanent post as high priest for us, in the order of Melchizedek.

This passage is a beautiful reminder that Jesus is your lifeline. He stands in the Holiest of Holies between you and God with the lifeline secured in his hands. Like the Old Testament high priest Melchizedek, who served early Jerusalem (‘Salem) as a King-Priest, Jesus has both the authority of a king to command the waves around you to CEASE, and the authority of the high priest to offer intercession and sacrifice on your behalf. His life line is anchored at the cross, where his life was given on the altar of eternity so that you could pull yourself out of deep water.

So get a grip. Get a grip on his promises. Get a grip on his Word. Get a grip on LIFE. Grab ahold of your lifeline with both hands….and never let go.

Photo credit Jamie Haas Mathis.

We are under siege from a small, non-biting coastal pest known as the Fuzzy Bill. These small, mosquito-like insects are attacking the Outer Banks in hordes with the passion and fury of White Walkers on a winter prowl. They are heartless, mindless and unstoppable. People are literally scooping up bucketfuls of these things from their pools and porches. Fuzzy Bills, also known as midges, love water and light, so you have to strategically race from the car to the front door in the evenings, making sure all of your party has arrived at the door together (just like at a restaurant) before you can open it and woooosh in as one body. Even with that tactic, you’ll get about 200 Fuzzies in the door with you. Vacationers are complaining that they can’t enjoy the decks of their rentals due to the proliferation of bugs.

And to add to the fun, midges attract spiders. Yes, spiders. When they descend in swarms, the spiders get super excited and emerge in your house to build large, sticky webs in hopes of catching a crunchy meal. There’s nothing better than annoying flying things that increase the spider population. Basically we just try to stay indoors with the lights off until they leave.

Usually I am not one to question the majesty of God’s creation, yet I wonder why the Fuzzy Bills even exist. They don’t pollinate flowers like the bee, they don’t add to our beauty like the firefly….why, God, WHY?

A little research gave me the answer. Midges are a very important part of the aquatic ecosystem. The larvae are laid in the water and exist off of marine debris, thus cleaning the water like a Britta filter. The adult midges provide food for fish and predatory aquatic insects. So these seemingly useless annoyances actually contribute to the cleanliness of our water and the health of our fish. And here on the Outer Banks, we live off of our water and our fishing industry.

Did you ever think that way about people? You probably know someone whose contribution to the world seems minimal. Perhaps they appear lazy, distant, or just unconnected. Yet like the Fuzzy Bill, that person just might turn out to have a purpose, and is useful in ways that aren’t as obvious to the naked eye.

Proverbs 20:5 says, “The purposes of a person’s heart are deep waters, but one who has insight draws them out.” 

God always invites us to take a second look, and offer a second chance. He urges us out of our comfort zone to explore people who are off-putting from the outside, and to see them as he sees them. Even the most broken person has something to teach us about compassion and patience. The addicts, the criminals, the unrepentant, and the rest of the “not-us” people are precious to God, and thus should be precious to us.

I know a young woman who succumbed to heroin addiction. For years it was her master. Several attempts at rehab were unsuccessful. Her mother would reach out to me for prayer, and we prayed hard every time. This mother never saw her daughter as an hopeless addict. She saw her as a lost child of God. Eventually, finally, the daughter remembered her purpose, and rehab took hold. She now is a bright and shining star; she is a well sought after personal trainer, newly married, and has been clean and sober for four years. It would have been easy to have written her off, but her mother looked into her child’s deep waters, and believed she was called to a better purpose.

Who is God calling you to see in a different light today? Who needs a second chance? To see as God sees is a thing of beauty. To look deeper than surface appearances is to be Christ-like. Beauty might only be skin deep, but so is someone’s attitude. They may be hiding pain, depression, addiction, intense loneliness, a need for attention…you won’t know until you dive into their deep waters and seek to understand their heart. Give it a try and learn the why behind someone’s who. You just might be Jesus to someone today.

Dogs love walks. They may not like leashes, gentle leaders, other dogs on the street, or rules, but in general, dogs love walks. When I am walking Georgia, her intense focus on the task has almost pulled my arm out of the socket. We live in a cul-de-sac, so every single day we walk in the same direction. We may add a street at the end, but every day, twice a day, we walk the same street, pass the same houses, and greet the same neighbors. Yet Georgia walks with such gusto and purpose, it’s as though every walk is a new and exiting venture. And don’t try to talk to her when you’re walking; she is busy concentrating.

You’ve watched kids do the same thing. Give a kid a Lego project, and watch her tongue slip out of the side of her mouth as focus draws her in and the background activity fades away. The ability to tune-out in order to focus-in is a gift from God, and has brought us all through driver’s exams, final papers, graduation, scoring the touchdown, childbirth, accomplishing the big project at work, and has even saved our lives when the surgeon’s focus was accurate. Olympians, politicians and three year olds know the value of focusing.

But even the strongest among us can occasionally lose focus. Or maybe it’s a matter of shifting our focus to the wrong things. We can focus a lot of time, energy and attention to things around us that are not going carry us forward to the goal of being citizens of heaven. All day long our focus can shift to useless things like comparing ourselves to all those happy, beautiful (fake) families on Face Book, envying the coworker’s expensive car and wondering why you don’t have one, clicking on a friend’s vacation video, reading announcements of someone’s child who got straight A’s and won four school awards….all these things are focus-stealers that take you down wrong paths. Too much time on Instagram can lead to Instagrim, where you get caught in a sticky comparison trap that makes your vision blur. When you do that, you lose sight of what’s really important.

So what’s really important?

Seeking a relationship with the One who makes us beautiful and whole.

Building a partnership with the One who will transform our earthly bodies into glorious ones like his own.

Staying on the right track and living a life worthy of the cross.

Focusing on God, and letting the rest of it go. All of it.

Philippians 3:15-21

So let’s keep focused on that goal, those of us who want everything God has for us. If any of you have something else in mind, something less than total commitment, God will clear your blurred vision – you’ll see it yet!

16 Now that we’re on the right track, let’s stay on it. 17 Stick with me, friends. Keep track of those you see running this same course, headed for this same goal. 18 There are many out there taking other paths, choosing other goals, and trying to get you to go along with them. I’ve warned you of them many times; sadly, I’m having to do it again. All they want is easy street. They hate Christ’s Cross.

19 But easy street is a dead-end street. Those who live there make their bellies their gods; belches are their praise; all they can think of is their appetites. 20 But there’s far more to life for us. We’re citizens of high heaven! We’re waiting the arrival of the Savior, the Master, Jesus Christ, 21 who will transform our earthy bodies into glorious bodies like his own. He’ll make us beautiful and whole with the same powerful skill by which he is putting everything as it should be, under and around him.

Gracious and Loving God,

Help me to focus wholly on you today. May my eyes gaze only on your Word, may my ears hear only the whispering of your Holy Spirit, and may my heart be set only on doing your will. And please bless the dogs. AMEN

Photo by Sherri Henderson.

A few summers ago I had the extraordinary opportunity to see the Broadway musical, “Beautiful”, which is about the life of singer and songwriter Carole King. Her story is fascinating. I had no idea how many songs she has written, and how reluctant she was to sing her own compositions. Many of her greatest efforts wererecorded by someone else, as she took “second chair” to somebody else’s great talent. It is fitting that one of her best known works was recorded by her friend James Taylor: (ear worm alert! You’ll have this stuck in your head all day!)

King, an extraordinary talent on her own, served as a type of “Barnabas” to Taylor. Forty years later, they still tour together.

Barnabas was an encourager to Paul, and his presence and actions brought the early church into focus. He gave Paul the center stage and stood with him as the church was growing and expanding beyond Jerusalem:

Acts 11:22-26 New International Version (NIV)

News of this reached the church in Jerusalem, and they sent Barnabas to Antioch.  When he arrived and saw what the grace of God had done, he was glad and encouraged them all to remain true to the Lord with all their hearts. He was a good man, full of the Holy Spirit and faith, and a great number of people were brought to the Lord.

Then Barnabas went to Tarsus to look for Saul, and when he found him, he brought him to Antioch. So for a whole year Barnabas and Saul met with the church and taught great numbers of people. The disciples were called Christians first at Antioch.

When I think back to my own times of trouble, I realize that God sent me some pretty incredible”Barnabas” friends along the way. I have been prayed over, lifted up, listened to and loved through many trials and tribulations. Every day I have an opportunity to walk my dog with a true friend who bends her ear and offers great counsel. I am blessed with two running partners who embody Taylor’s lyrics, as when I call out their names, they come running, (see what I did there?) offering me a safe and nonjudgmental space to be myself and WHINE as we put in our miles.

Who in your life needs you to Barnabas them today? Who would thrive under your encouraging and uplifting words? Who needs reminding that they are loved unconditionally, and cherished by the creator of the universe, who offers life abundant? Someone you know needs encouragement today.

Barnabas’ entire life was focused on bringing people to our ultimate friend, Jesus. Jesus was the kind of friend of whom it was said:

John 15:13 Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.

Everyone needs a friend like him.

My grandmother once told me that to have a friend, you need to be a friend. I bet God has put someone in your life right now that needs your friendship. There is someone in your life right now that needs to be reminded of Jesus’ love for them. Make the call, send the text, reach out to someone who is hurting and alone, and tell them “you’ve got a friend”. You just might save a life.

Have you ever wished to go back to your childhood so that you could sleep with your stuffed animal and feel the instant security and peace that your old friend would bring? Somehow just pulling that fluffy thing into your chest as the lights went out made all the scary things go away. A warm feeling of not being alone replaced the fear of separation from parents, Watching children cradle their “lovies” gives a parent a sense of security too, as we reluctantly close the door and whisper goodnight to the two friends snuggled together.

It is our fervent hope that the safe haven of their sleep won’t be interrupted by night terrors. Night terrors are common in childhood, and are thought to be the way the subconscious expresses daytime fears and stress that found no voice.Watching a child have one is just as terrifying for the parent.

Typically we grow out of night terrors, but they seem to be replaced in adulthood by a similar sleep disruptor: night guilts. Night guilts occur when your overtired brain lays its weary head down, only to immediately begin to replay everything you didn’t get accomplished that day, every harsh word you said (or heard), every feeling of failure, worrying about everything, the oppression of “unfinished business”, etc. Throw in a little stress about tomorrow’s list of things to feel bad about, and you are in a full blown night guilt insomniafest. Bring out the jugglers. Oh, wait, did I remember to hire the jugglers?? What will they wear, should I coordinate my outfit with their costumes?? Rats, why didn’t I hire the dancing elephant instead?

And this all gets stuck on “replay” in a continuous loop.

Next time you find yourself reaching for the light switch at 3AM, read this:

Psalm 91:1-5

“He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say to the Lord, “My refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.”

“For he will deliver you from the snare of the fowler and from the deadly pestilence. He will cover you with his pinions, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness is a shield and buckler. You will not fear the terror of the night, nor the arrow that flies by day.”

When I’m worried, and I can’t sleep, I try to drive out all those unprofitable, useless, stupid sleep-stealing mind guilts and imagine myself hidden and secure under the Father’s wings. I feel the strength of his pinions protecting me from the incoming arrows of my negative thoughts. His shield bounces away every worry from causing permanent damage to my psyche, and these imaginings help in quieting the insomniafest that rages within me.

Isn’t that so much better than a teddy bear?

Mr. Elephant, courtesy of Connor James Callahan.

The ichthus is an ancient secret sign of Christianity. Born of a need for protection during the Roman persecution in the early 1st Century, the ichthus was a way for Christians to identify one another. It had been a pagan fertility symbol, so it already existed in the world. Legend has it that when two Christians met on the road, one would draw half of it in the sand and the other would complete it to signify they were safe. The word ICHTHUS is an acrostic of the Greek words, Iesous Christos Theou Yios Soter, i.e. Jesus Christ, Son of God, Savior. 

Today the ichthus is used commercially to indicate to customers that a particular business is Christian owned. Folks have ichthuses on their business cards, beach cottages, cars, etc. May I just stop here and offer this PSA: if you have an ichthus on your vehicle, please do not cut me off on the highway and shoot me the bird. You are not being a positive witness to the Savior. Fish and birds should not be connected in that way. OK, back to the holy talk.

A friend and I were chatting on beach last week, and she shared a wonderful faith story with me. She was going through a particularly difficult time, and the hope and answers she sought were elusive and long in coming. She and her husband got away to the coast for some rest, and she walked the beach alone every morning, thinking, crying, praying, and hoping.

As she described this, I thought how similar we are. The reason I call these devotionals “At Water’s Edge” is because I have always found the peace I lacked at the beach. The rhythm of the waves, the bright reflection of the sun as it diamond-sparkles on the water, the sound of happy gulls overhead, have often brought the calm that I was lacking into my soul. I, too, flee to any water’s edge in times of stress, complexity, and chaos.

As she turned around one morning to go back to the hotel, she made her way down to the water’s edge where the waves were breaking gently on the shore so that she could rinse the sand off her feet. Her prayers that morning were those of surrender and submission. She was ready to give up her burden to God. The situation had become so heavy and worrisome, it was dominating her life and stealing her joy. It was in that moment that the wave at her feet receded, revealing this:

The sign of the fish. The sign of Jesus Christ, Son of God, the one who saves us. Nestled there in the sand among the footprints of the seagulls, another Christian had marked a symbol of hope, which she discovered just at the moment she had given hers up.

The moment of surrender is often exactly what God is waiting for. When we finally yield, he can finally come in. Holding tight to our burdens, trying feverishly and fervently to work it out, thinking we can actually control things that are truly beyond our control, are things God will wait out. It’s not until we loosen our grip that our hands become empty to receive his goodness.

What do you need to let go of today? What worrisome thing are you obsessing over to the point of distraction? How long have you been holding your breath, hoping for something to change? Breathe out. And breathe in the Son of God, the savior. Kneel before him and LET GO of that which you can’t control anyway. Lay that burden down at the foot of the cross, and look around for signs that God is active in your situation. You’ll find them at the water’s edge.

Philippians 4:6-7 New International Version (NIV)

6 Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7 And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

There was a time in Elementary School when I felt like the least, the last, and the lost. The cool kids’ table had no seat for me. I felt the sting of being at the bottom of the popularity heap. While I was never terribly bullied or completely left out, my low position on the social strata of my school left me wanting inclusion and acceptance.

I experienced some bullying when I grew way too quickly and towered over everyone in the third grade, including the teacher. Because children tend to reject what is not normal, my height (5’6” in the third grade) resulted in my being called names. The one that brought the most hurt was “Jolly Green Giant”. This was yelled at me the Monday I proudly wore a brand new green fur jacket that we had purchased at the Berlin Auction over the weekend. I loved this jacket, and was relieved that it actually fit. It replaced a jacket I had definitely grown out of. But the name calling was too much, and so on Tuesday, I wore the four-sizes-too-small coat to school. Or tried to.

My mother, wise and wonderful, asked me why I didn’t want to wear the new green one. I hesitated to tell her about the name calling, so I tried to pass it off as a problem of the new jacket being uncomfortable and not warm enough. (Winter in New Jersey can be frigid, and we had to walk to school. Uphill. Both ways.) She wasn’t buying it.

I can still remember her words to me that morning. She reminded me of how much I loved the jacket, told me that it fit well, and said that if I gave into the pressure of capitulating to the name callers, I would never overcome them. But if I wore my jacket proudly and ignored them, they would eventually stop.

I wore the jacket and she was right. Only one kid persisted in yelling, “Hey Jolly Green Giant!” at me for a few more days, and I heard my mother’s strength coming out of my mouth as I yelled back, “Well, at least I’m JOLLY!”

Yes, I was sassy at a young age.

I learned an important lesson about rejection that day: we fear rejection because we want to be accepted by those around us. But we should never, never, let anyone’s opinion dictate our self-esteem and feelings of self worth.

I heard a remarkable sermon about a woman who also felt left out. She was the lowest gal on the totem pole of life, rejected by society and worse, rejected by Jesus. I have to say that this passage has always bothered the heck out of me. Until now.

In the 7th Chapter of Mark we meet a Syrophoenician woman whose daughter is possessed by a demon. She comes to Jesus and asks him to cast the demon out. He tells her, “First let the children eat all they want, for it is not right to take the children’s bread and toss it to the dogs.” She boldly replies, “Lord,” she replied, “even the dogs under the table eat the children’s crumbs.”

The pastor explained two key understandings:

1. The Canaanite culture the woman belonged to were Satan worshippers; this is how the child was possessed.

2. The word “dogs” in its original translation is understood as “puppies”, and therefore they were understood as members of the family…but not the status of children.

So instead of rejecting the woman, Jesus is telling her that her choice to follow Satan was an impediment to her request. By worshipping Satan, she rejected God, yet Jesus included her. He saw her outside of the community, and he felt her sense of rejection. He then granted her request and healed her daughter.

NOBODY is outside of Jesus’ worldview. Nobody is separated from him, unless they choose to separate themselves and remain separated.

Romans 8:31-39 New Living Translation (NLT)

Nothing Can Separate Us from God’s Love

What shall we say about such wonderful things as these? If God is for us, who can ever be against us? Since he did not spare even his own Son but gave him up for us all, won’t he also give us everything else? Who dares accuse us whom God has chosen for his own? No one—for God himself has given us right standing with himself. Who then will condemn us? No one—for Christ Jesus died for us and was raised to life for us, and he is sitting in the place of honor at God’s right hand, pleading for us.

Hurt and rejection are things that the world gives us. But in Christ, we are known and cherished. There may be a time in your life, past, present, or yet to come, where you feel left out and unwanted. Know that the Savior of your life sees you, wants you, and accepts you as you are.

Photo by Kathy Weeks.