THERE THE MAJESTIC LORD WILL BE FOR US. A PLACE OF BROARD RIVERS AND STREAMS IN WHICH NO GALLEY WITH OARS WILL SAIL
I have sailed on a galley ship for so long. A slave ship with oars: Hard work and striving in my strength. A galley ship is not going to take us to the shore. We need to climb into that canoe, that's rocking and feels vunerable and scary. There are no oars. No control. Now its just trusting God, with all plans of how to rescue myself abandoned. For me, I was going to leave anxiety and depression behind by rowing my 2 oars of praise and quoting scripture. God didn't want my slave ship plan. Instead he wants me to completely surrender to him and float in my little boat, going where His current, and sometimes rough seas, take me. Scary place, giving up control. But here I am, floating and trusting.
