Today, we put the canoe in the creek and Frank’s brother took a couple of his grandchildren for a ride upstream—paddling hard–and then drifted back to our dock. They quickly realized it’s easier to drift than paddle upstream, and it’s more relaxing and a way to watch for fish swimming in the clear river.
It’s hard to understand why we insist on paddling upstream in our lives. We buck ideas that don’t match our own, we insist on doing it “my way or the highway.” We find ourselves in conflict with people over nothing important. Human nature, I guess.
I’m often drifting in a mental canoe without a paddle. It’s like when you wake up in the middle of the night and get that sinking feeling you’ve said something that might have offended someone. I’ve even gotten up and sent a text so I could get back to sleep. And, there are times I don’t stop and think about procedures, such in publishing a book, and spend time backtracking and then beating up myself for wasting time.
God understands our weakened state and gives us protection from ourselves in the shape of a giant-size rudder–big enough to steer a Viking ship.
Lord, help us steer our life in the right direction. Amen.