This morning I had the honor of witnessing a young woman's baptism at Nokomis Beach. Her story is not mine to tell, but she is dearly loved by a friend of mine and has endured much hardship in her life. This morning's baptism represented a fresh start, a new birth, a renewed life.
The waves were unusually tumultuous for our local beach. A tropical storm skirted our coast this weekend, and the crashing waves were evidence of its presence.
But those crashing waves seemed to evidence much more. They represented a life filled with ups and downs, a life often tossed about by pain and heartache. A serene, peaceful Gulf would not have been quite so fitting for this young woman who has been through so much.
Those crashing waves reminded me of Jesus, the one who calmed the wind and waves. They reminded me how He steps into the tumult of our lives and speaks, "Peace, be still."
When the tide threatens to pull us under, when it feels as though the waves are crashing over our head, we can find our peace, our rest, in the One who still calms those storms. I pray that every time she sees those waves, whether literally or figuratively, she will remember that truth and cling to the One who will sustain her through it all.