I was looking back at some posts from the last couple of years. Everything pre-pandemic seems like a lifetime ago, but there is one I have thought of a lot during this time. It was about Noah’s Ark and the last sentence says, “The rains will come, and when they do, you will have your boat.”
My son’s teacher talked about the importance of hope during their final Zoom call. She asked each child what they hoped for the most. Over and over kids said, “I hope this will be over soon.” “I just want this to be over.”
It reminded me of the rains in Noah’s time. Yes, the flood stopped and the water receded. Yes, God promised to never flood the whole earth again. But it still rains.
If we live just wanting things to be over, there will always be something we are waiting for to pass, and we could miss our whole lives waiting for the rains to “be over.”
I can be tempted to live that way. Small sprints. “Let’s get through this, then let’s get through that. Okay, one more thing,” over and over. My pattern was to get to the end, but it left me empty because my hope was placed in what I was experiencing being over, but many times as it ended, the skies began to sprinkle again.
Building our boat means saying yes to God even when it doesn’t all make sense yet. It may start with a simple, “Yes, I believe You are there. Now what?” When our heart becomes the ark and intimacy with God our way, no matter the rains, we will be held steady. We will stay afloat.
With our eyes tethered to Him, we will find a sense of smooth waters even when the waves push us from side to side. With our hope set on His promises, we will be held steady. Living life like it is a marathon and not a sprint, striding it out. Placing our hope in what lasts forever, so that when the rains come, we will have our boat.
HLLF,
