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Don’t Rock the Boat

This week, I went on an adventure. Now, don’t get too excited. We went to kids camp. During the day, there are multiple activities to choose. I went kayaking. The only other time I’ve been kayaking was last summer at camp. I didn’t have any major disasters then, so I thought it would be worth another go.

As one of the adult leaders, I paired up with a child from another church. She had been a couple of times with her grandmother, but our combined experience is nothing to speak of.


My first step was to get the kayak in the water. Simple. I step into the muck and discover that the softened, goo-like mud is an illusion of security where there is nothing solid on which to stand. But that’s another blog.


After my two experiences with kayaking, I’ve discovered something pretty special. Kayaking in pairs is like our relationship with God. When both people are in sync, the boat glides easily through the water. Even getting off of a hidden cypress stump is no match for a pair working together. When we try to paddle on our own, it’s hard work. This time, I was able to set the paddle down at moments and drift along while taking in the scenery and quietness of the waterway. 


When you go through deep waters, I will be with you. When you go through rivers of difficulty, you will not drown. Isaiah‬ ‭43:2‬a NLT‬‬


How hard are you paddling? If it seems like a struggle, perhaps you aren’t in motion with the One who should be controlling most of the motion in your life. Set down the paddle for a minute and consider this. When was the last time you stopped and took in God’s Word or just allowed yourself to sit in His presence? Take time this week to realign yourself with how God is paddling the boat. It’s a much smoother ride when you work with Him.


© Jill Cook and Unbroken & Undone Ministries.  All rights reserved.


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