Noah’s Ark

God, now He’s up to something.

I know because it feels like I’m stuck and nothing’s happening.

That’s always when He’s the MOST up to something.

I can hardly wait to see what He brings. It’s not always an olive branch with a fresh green leaf, sometimes my dove just returns to the boat cooing sadly again and again, telling me we’re all going to be cooped up with five million animals and smelly people for more untold monotonous days. Sometimes the water doesn’t look like it’s ever going to go down.

But man I remember the years when I predicted the rain and was building the boat and everyone told me I was totally nuts.

So even though being on a boat can be pretty uncomfortable,

So it was when everyone thought I was crazy.

Getting used to discomfort is the best thing you can get used to. Because contrary to what everyone says, it seems to be the default position of life on earth.

God is up to something. I don’t need to know the plan, and I don’t need to understand, much though I wish he’d give me a daily briefing of the next days, weeks, and years of my life with all the highlights to look forward to and perhaps also a few timely spoilers of pain and suffering— just to soften the blow of course.

But He’s got it under control. I have to know that, I have to accept it. I have to just fix my eyes on the skies- not the waters or the walls that I find so sunken and trapping.

I have to know that at just the right time help will come, as it always does.

Help will come, it always does.

I will not be stuck inside a boat forever, and this water won’t always last. At some point we will see a freshly damp and uncovered new world, we’ll step outside and greet the son.