Salt-water clean

It's just one thing after another, and it all collects into one big ocean of heartache and worry and sometimes this life is just too much.

And the salty waves keep rolling in, blasting me in the face and making me choke and sputter, and it's all I can do to catch my breath in between. And I'm sinking because I haven't the strength to tread water or swim, and all I know to do is float.

And there's something about the floating. The just being there. Just letting the water hold me up.

And then I know exactly Who this vast body of water is, and I relax into Him and let Him hold me up. And He reminds me that it's just a bad day, and doesn't the enemy always work this way? It's never one little thing that happens, but more like the floodgates of hell have opened up and nothing can stop these blasted waves from rolling in and this ocean will never be calm again.

But even when my eyes can't see through the salty burn, I know Him well enough to know that the doors of Heaven are open even wider and blessing is on its way. And His waves are no match for those evil ones that seek to pull me under. He and I will ride the waves together and He will turn my mourning into dancing as He always does. So I cling to Him and I rebuke the enemy, in Jesus' name.

And the waves wash me clean.