Finding sparkles in the ebbs of life

It’s true. Through His providence, God allows trials to hit us; our ebbs of life to actually be seasons that lead us into our flows.

We can choose to look at these ebbs of turbulent difficulties through eyes of distrust and negativity but really….

They are a GIFT.

The ebbs of life are gifts, because they force us to rest in Him, seek His face, and learn that He will perfect that which concerns us…….in His time.

And then those ebbs turn to flows of abundant riches because of Him.

The ebbs, or difficult times when we are emotionally, physically, or spiritually parched, God uses so that we press closer to Him, trusting that the flows of deliverance will at the appointed time wash over us.

When we draw away from His providence, thinking He has it all wrong, we are hurting ourselves and not understanding that these painful ebbs are precisely the dry seasons that strengthen and exercise our faith in Him.

Were it not for these ebbs, would we seek Him?

If we never experienced pain, would our faith grow?

If instead of kicking against our moments of difficulties, we allowed grace to wash over us, cleansing our souls from spiritual seasweed, and renewing our hearts with deep understanding of God’s love, the ebbs are metamorphised into flows.

I once heard Paul Washer preach that the love of God is a deep and vast as the ocean. Even though we can only see a tiny part of the ocean, it’s enormity stretches into the horizon just as we can only really understand a glimpse of God’s love, the reality of it’s expanse is enormous.

He gives ebbs so tiny tokens of His love can be spotted, just like when the ocean’s tide recedes and little crabs, sea creatures, and gorgeous shells can be found glimmering and sparkling in the sun.

Author: Viv

I'm a TBI warrior whose hope and strength comes from God.

9 thoughts on “Finding sparkles in the ebbs of life”

  1. I love the pictures for this post! Especially that first one! I love watching the sparkles on the water, too. Such a neat metaphor. Without grief and fear and pain, would we recognize joy and love and healing? Without the depth of despair, could we truly understand the soaring heights of hope? God has a plan. We just have to trust in Him!

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    1. Me too Coralie!! I just wanted to dump right into the first picture. I could just feel that cool, salty water splashing on my nerve damaged legs. Ah, soaring heights of hope…..beautiful my friend. Trusting in the ebbs is right where He wants us to be. Xoxo

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  2. This is one of the most beautiful poems I read. May it minister to you too…
    NOT OVER, BUT THROUGH
    “I came to the swift, raging river,
    And the roar held the echo of fear, `
    ‘Oh, Lord, give me wings to fly over,
    If You are, as You promised, quite near.’

    But He said, ‘Trust the grace I am giving,
    All-pervasive, sufficient for you
    Take My hand – we will face this together,
    But My plan is – not over, but through.’”
    (Lee Webber)

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    1. Oh Silvia, how utterly gorgeous this poem is and so true. Thank you dear sister for sharing it with me today!!

      It reminds me of the passage in Isaiah:

      Isaiah 43:2 

      2 When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee: when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee.

      He walks with us through it all!! Big hugs and much love. 🤗💗

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