I sit at the beach watching the boys and their friends play in the sand. The rhythmic sound of the waves crashing on the shore is soothing to my weary heart. It’s ironic how relaxing the roar of the waves is on this side of the water. Yet I know if I were to step into the waves, they would pick me up and toss me to and fro. I’d be knocked over and pushed right back up on the beach, leaving scratches and burns on my skin from the sand, rocks, and seashells.

That’s how life feels lately. The waves of life have tossed me around leaving me bruised and worn. Discouragement seems the theme of my life this year. It weight is heavy and its pull is strong as it threatens to pull me out into a riptide of sorrow and despair.

I am sharing words with my friend Gloria at Domestic Kingdom today. To read the rest of this post, click here.