A few months back I went paddleboarding for the first time ever! I got to go with one of my very dearest friends and it was nothing short of hilarious. It wasn’t until today that I realized the lesson I learned from it. If you have never been paddleboarding before here is a little overview of it: there is a board, you stand on it, you have a paddle that looks a lot like a canoe paddle, and you basically steer, stop, go, and yield to everyone and everything in the body of water you are in using that paddle. It takes a center of gravity and, for me, it took the hand of my friend to help me out along the way.
As we were in this river paddling away, if I shifted my weight even just a little bit, my board got shakey…I never fell off, but it definitely wasn’t the most sturdy situation to be in. My paddle usually went up in the air and my knees would automatically bend as close to this paddleboard as they could get, just to center my gravity. How often does that happen in my walk with Jesus? I stand on the foundation that is Himself and my gravity is centered, because He IS the center of my life…then I get confident and think that I can just shift my priorities, shift my gaze (or in paddleboarding’s case, shift my weight) and my life gets shakey. When shakiness comes I catch myself running back to get as close to Jesus as I can because I am about to:
1. Fall off of this thing called life.
2. Make a fool of myself.
3. Get hurt.
4. Get overtaken by my situation (or water :))
I can’t help but laugh at myself. God is my constant center of gravity. He is consistent, even when the waves get big, even when the currents get strong, even when I’m not even strong enough to turn my paddleboard. For that, I am thankful. I’m sure you are wondering where my friend comes in all of this…well, she taught me a little something about the character of God..he helps me, even if I am shakey. You see, my friend was really good at paddleboarding, she would zip up and down the river and turn around like it was no big deal–so when I couldn’t turn around, she came over and pulled me around. She sacrificed herself and her dryness to help me get back to the shore. She was like God is (not saying she is God, but you get the picture). He sacrifices for me, He fights for me, He pulls me along when I can’t control myself. I think we, as humans, forget that. I get caught up in the trap of “I got this” so frequently that I feel like when I’m spinning out of control I can’t ask God to help, or I’m too prideful to ask God for help..I’m so thankful for the fact that I don’t have to ask for His help, because regardless of if I want to pursue Him, He is always pursuing me, always rescuing me, always redirecting me, because He loves me outrageously, all the time, 365 days a year. Let’s face it, God is the best paddleboard-er ever!
“See I lay a stone in Zion, a chosen and precious cornerstone, and the one who trusts in him will never be put to shame.” -1 Peter 2:6