On a recent excursion to the beach, I saw an immense amount of driftwood and witnessed something I hadn’t noticed before. Maybe because it was a different beach than those I usually visit. Perhaps it was the fact we had just experienced some heavy storms.
Tangled piles of wood filled sections of the beach as far as I could see. TeePees of driftwood had been constructed. More structures were in the process construction along that same beach. I watched a mother and son trekking back and forth from the continuous jigsaw puzzled pile of driftwood. Each trip they carried or dragged one water sodden piece of wood at a time to add to their ordered driftwood TeePee.
Later, as I walked along the pier looking down on the same scene, I realized the significance of what I had seen. In many ways the two different piles of driftwood made me think of my own life. One pile a confusion of entangled pieces of wood thrown up on the beach as the sea had returned them. The other pile being carefully designed to some inspired plan that only the creators could envision.
Sound familiar to anyone? It describes my life in many ways, at various times, and through a myriad of experiences. The picture especially characterizes the challenge of my personal perceptions. My perceptions like that first pile of driftwood are too often tangled up in a mass of confusion that passes for my reality.
I am beginning to understand my perceptions are what cause me to get caught up in the lies that constrict me in a knotted mesh resembling those tangled masses of driftwood.
I forget there is an Artist who longs to take those jumbled perceptions and release them from snarled and twisted confusion. He desires to replace the lies with truth. It is a revelation I both crave and need, yet fight against as I hide in the labyrinth of my own stubborn desires. And this even as I realize exactly Who I need and what I need.
So the conundrum continues each day as I accept my perceptions as real or I choose His truth. Do I remain in the jumble of driftwood that’s been tossed into a pile on the beach? Or will I choose the re-maker, the re-creator, the only One who is able to make sense of what appears to be a mass of broken dreams and negative perceptions?
Life continues made up of choices. My dilemma remains: what do I choose, or maybe I need to say Who will I choose? Lately, I have to admit I’ve been stuck, really stuck. The result has been no posts written for a few months. I am hopeful this one will break the dam wide open.
“It is good to wait patiently for the Lord to save us.” Lamentations 2:26 CEV