Only Still Water Reflects

The heat index was over 100, but lounging in my beach chair—feet in the sand, I couldn’t have been happier. The blue sky mirrored the dusky blue of the ocean. The tide had turned and more often than not, my feet were washed clean by the encroaching waves. As each wave receded, in its wake was a pool of water so calm I could see my face. This image was replaced over and over as rushing waves crashed upon the shore.

Like an oft repeated saying, the truth of this moment began to penetrate. When I get busy, rushing from thing to thing, it becomes harder and harder for my life to clearly reflect Christ. But if I slow down, living by His rhythm, His image is visible in all aspects of my life.