There comes that time, after you have furiously paddled to catch a wave, when you must simply relax into the crested swell and hope that you are perfectly positioned to ride it home to shore. The time for synchronizing with the movement of the water is over; and floating is the only action worth anything. Our walk with Holy Spirit is much like this. A supernatural and cyclical dance of paddling and pressing, resting and rising. 'Striving' is too fleshly a word for the process; and 'coasting,' way too lazy. After all, wouldn't we admit that God is not so easily boxed into either excluding us from or relying on us for anything He desires to accomplish? He does, however, very clearly state that He desires to do things with, in and through us. Papa loves to partner. He puts certain elements of His plan in our hands, making the fulfillment of His will vulnerable to our flaws and failures. Of course, He is so faithful to provide the tools necessary for our success. But, nonetheless, we are amazed that He would offer us a place in His Kingdom cause.
So then, what is the secret to catching the waves of God's glory, which seem as elusive as they are frequent? We must fall into the cadence of grace. We must demonstrate our hunger to synchronize with God in tangible ways, remembering that we have nothing left to earn, but everything to gain. We exercise only those efforts which surrender our flesh to our faith. We yield and we grow and we learn and we love. We pray. Not the desperate prayers of those unsure of favor, but the declarative prayers of those who refuse to waste it. This is our paddling. This is our pressing. Once we have synchronized with Holy Spirit, all that is left to do is rest and let the wave take us to that portion of the promise He has planned for us.....and then we get to paddle out and do it all over again! ;-)
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