One of the truly hard things in many recent days is how prolonged the hardship has been.  How long and drawn out it is.  It seems endless.  It has tested my resolve, energy, my peace, my joy, my faith….my whole being really.  It is very wearing. 

Listening to Donald Miller this morning, there was more revelation.  He told how, there is the “middle part” of kayaking when you are in the middle of a body of water.  The shore that you left disappears or becomes smaller, but the destination is either not visible or is also very small.  And this middle part is seems endless he says, like you are paddling and paddling and just remaining stationary.  He says that it is very wearing on the kayaker.  The kayaker essentially has three choices, they can turn around and return, just stop and drift, or press on toward their destination.  Ironically, neither of those choices solves the  feeling that the journey is endless.

Scripture tells us in many places to keep the faith, to turn neither to the left nor the right, to trust God and press on.   As I’ve said, my own experience has seemed endless.  But I realize that this is is a process.  It is part of the journey.  No one ever said that it would easy.  In fact, I’ve been promised other wise.

Perhaps, like the kayaker, the wise choice is to press on to the far shore.  Press on and trust God.  Press on and know that God travels with me.  He is my guide.  I must keep rowing.  I must press on.