Essentially,
The Fight for Floods, is the mission statement for my life. As a child I spent the majority of my Texas summers in, on, and around water. It only makes sense to submerge, right? In the Texas heat the only way to survive my daily endeavors was to play hard- knowing that I had some form of fuel within reach to replenish the mass amounts of sweat I was losing. Water- this seemed to always give me a little more life. My Grandparents own a small lake house on the border of Texas and Louisiana. As a kid, I would spend hours simply running as fast as I could across the dock and launch myself as far out into the water as my tiny legs could manage. For hours I did this, why? Reflecting, I merely remember the feeling of launching myself into the air, or the wood clanking underneath my feet, or how far and high I could get. I can barely even remember how the water felt as I splashed into it. The image and feeling carved deeply in my head-brain is my Grandpa's face. Every moment that I was running, leaping, and splashing into the water- he was there, sitting on the end of the dock in his chair. Each time that I bobbed up out of the water, I would look up eagerly to see the reaction on his face. It never failed, Grandpa was always full of joy. I think was so eager because I knew he would be clapping his hands with a huge smile on his face saying, "woooooooow," (in grandpa voice of course.) This was joy- this is where it made sense as a child- the water.
As I grew older my summers remained spent on the water, I was drawn to it. My heart ached to be swallowed up in a sunny day on the water. The funny thing was, at the end of the day- we would load the boat back up and the joy that I had found on the water would slowly begin to slip away along with the sun over the horizon.
Reaching my 18th year of life- the pieces started falling in place, painfully. The things that had given me life (or so I had believed) began to hurt, they were disappearing all around me. Shortly after- I fell into a depression, or what I would now pin as suffering. As the gravity of my suffering became so strong that I could bear no more- I ran. I ran in to a field with no intention but to get far enough away where no one could hear me scream. This was my scream: "God why, why do I feel this way? Have you left me? It hurts, it hurts sooo bad. God I don't want to hurt any more. I want to be who you created me to be. I want to feel joy. I need you." Immediately- my screaming tears, all of the pain in my heart, the weight of darkness, the void that grown so large- vanished. It was gone. Immediately- tears became laughter, pain in my heart became overwhelming joy, the weight of darkness transformed in to hope, and the void that created depression was filled with purpose. That night- I tasted living water.
11 “Sir,” the woman said, “you have nothing to draw with and the well is deep. Where can you get this living water? 12 Are you greater than our father Jacob, who gave us the well and drank from it himself, as did also his sons and his livestock?”
13 Jesus answered, “Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, 14 but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.”
15 The woman said to him, “Sir, give me this water so that I won’t get thirsty and have to keep coming here to draw water.”
As I reflect on my life- the progression of events, its serendipity- doesn't make much sense. But, as I study this passage the pieces start to fall into place. The well that I had been drinking from could never quench my thirst like I desired. That night I called on my creators name, and he gave me living water.
I waited patiently for the Lord;
he turned to me and heard my cry.
He lifted me out of the slimy pit,
out of the mud and mire;
he set my feet on a rock
and gave me a firm place to stand.
Psalm 40:1-2
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I had seen that joy my whole life. Often, I am reminded of my grandpa's face; the way he smiled and clapped his hands. He was living in the presence of my savior, his joy being established Gods mysterious plan- Which is Christ himself. I now stand on the same rock as my grandpa. We have tasted the same fountain.
The life I have been given looks much different now. I have been made into a new creation, casting off my old self- and now being molded through sanctification into the character of Jesus Christ, my redeemer. He has overwhelmed me in every season with his power and love. More specifically- by trusting him, he has taken me on an adventure that I could have never planned- allowing me catch glimpses of the world through his eyes! This is life- only with open hands and grace in every moment.
This is the mission statement of my life: "The Fight for Floods." Nothing in my inner most being longs for anything more, than for all of creation to drink of the same fountain that has given me life. There is nothing that gives me more joy than seeing my brothers and sisters taste living water.
Let us walk in the Heavenly Realms, as we have been place with Jesus. Let us be stripped of our worldly desires. Let it be made known to us the sin in our hearts that so strongly entangles us in this world. May we find our earthly homes under the roof of suffering- so that the darkness of this world is overwhelmed by the Light and Life of all men.
I am a wicked man. The only good thing inside of me is Jesus- and he has given me life.