When A Flood Came

I've heard you should never help a butterfly break out of its chrysalis. The process of struggling out of its shell helps to strengthen the butterfly's wings so it can live.

We fight against Struggle, eager to emerge on the other side of him. Clawing our way through his darkness it feels like he will never leave.

How can I be okay with the wave as it crashes over me; when my feet feel like they are stuck in the sinking sand?

I want to stand firm when the blustery wind wants to carry me away; when the storm feels threatening and all I want to do is run for cover.

I try to dig down to my foundation, anxious to see with my own eyes where my feet are planted. Checking to make sure He really is my Cornerstone (Psalm 118:22). Why is it so hard to trust that God's still there? Always there.

As for everyone who comes to me and hears my words and puts them into practice, I will show you what they are like. They are like a man building a house, who dug down deep and laid the foundation on rock. When a flood came, the torrent struck that house but could not shake it, because it was well built. But the one who hears my words and does not put them into practice is like a man who built a house on the ground without a foundation. The moment the torrent struck that house, it collapsed and its destruction was complete. Luke 6:47-49

Struggle always opens my eyes, catches my attention, or changes my life. He has chipped and chiseled his way into my heart. He takes away, but Struggle also refines.

Without Struggle I am just a mass of who I was, stuck in the chrysalis. Struggle makes me into who I am, who I am meant to be. And Struggle helps to strengthen me.

So I can live.