I have written about this before, but I feel it deserves another visit as it is on my heart today.
When I was a kid, our family went to the ocean every year. My daddy had made a friend in the Navy who lived in Jacksonville Beach, Florida, and we would visit him. I loved it! It was a time when my sister and I could get up while are parents were still sleeping, go down to the beach alone to play, and we were safe in doing so!
My daddy would take us out in the ocean deep. He would hold our hands, and we’d jump the waves. We stayed out for hours! My mom couldn’t swim, so she would stand on the shore in ankle deep water watching to make sure we were all surviving.
But I knew we were okay no matter what. Why? Because my daddy had my hand.
Just like in Matthew when Peter sees Jesus walking on the water and want to go to Him. Peter is brave enough to get out of the boat and start walking, but soon he sees the waves and panics. But Jesus takes Peter’s hand and pulls him up. Peter should have known that his Daddy had his hand.
But we are the same way today. I try to do things on my own. I forget that my Daddy is right there holding my hand or ready to take it in case I start to go under the big waves in my life.
May we never forget when the oceans rise in this world and we feel like we cannot jump another wave, our Savior walks on water. All we have to do is trust our Daddy will be there holding our hands!