Thursday, June 21, 2018

These Waves Bring Me Home

by Emily Conrad



These waves bring me home, read the white letters drawn on the brown park bench.

Though the bench faced a lake, no waves were in sight, yet on seeing it, I put down my camera bag and lined up a few shots.
A group of young teens and their moms came down the trail, and I waited through their poses to get another photo.

When one of the moms asked what I was photographing, I pointed out the words. She hurried to snap a picture, too.

Poetry attracts us, especially when it’s true.

Waves do have a way of carrying us home.


In her book Signs of Spring, writer Laurel Lee tells a story about the wind and the sun arguing about which of them can get a man to take off his cloak. The wind blows, but the man draws his cloak tighter. The sun shines, and in the warmth, the man removes his layer of protection.

The point was that bad times make us draw closer to our ultimate source of protection.

Wind blows us home, waves carry us there.

And both are subject to the omnipotent God.

He gave the order for a windstorm,
and it stirred up the waves of the sea.
They reached up to the sky,
then dropped into the depths.
The sailors’ strength left them because the danger was so great.
They swayed and staggered like a drunk,
and all their skill proved ineffective.
They cried out to the Lord in their distress;
he delivered them from their troubles.
He calmed the storm,
and the waves grew silent.
The sailors rejoiced because the waves grew quiet,
and he led them to the harbor they desired. (Psalm 107:25-30, NET)

Wind and waves bring us to acknowledge our true place. We’re not in control. Our skill can’t save us.

For me, this is especially true of the wave of mortality. When a swell shows me again my need for hope, comfort, and peace that outlast death, I cling all the more tightly to the rock of faith.

Perhaps the wind and waves still howl and roll while we seek shelter on the Rock, but storms can’t destroy the soul sheltered by Jesus.

Some of my most earnest times of seeking God and fostering my relationship with Him have come from experiencing wind and waves.


Whatever waves we encounter on this sea, may they always carry us closer to the haven of Jesus.

May these waves bring us home.

When you pass through the waters, I am with you;
when you pass through the streams, they will not overwhelm you. (Isaiah 43:2a, NET)









Title image photo by Joshua Fuller on Unsplash, designed on Canva.com
All other photos, mine




Whatever waves we encounter on this sea, may they always carry us closer to the haven of #Jesus. via @emilyrconrad #encouragement #hope

4 comments:

  1. What a beautiful image and a beautiful truth, Emily. The waves of strife, death, and loss, will either carry us away from Christ or to Him. But if we love Him, He will always find us in the storm and He will use those waves to draw us home to Him. Love this!

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    1. So grateful that as His children, we don't face the waves alone. I like what you said about Him finding us in the storms. He will see us through!

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  2. Very timely post! We faced a little bit of "rough seas" on our cruise and during those moments - lying in bed and hearing the waves outside our window - I prayed for safety and comfort. I'm so glad I can turn to Jesus when I need to feel safe!

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    1. Amen! He's always there, whether the rough seas are literal or figurative!

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