This summer I picked up a piece of driftwood from the beach.  I wonder how long it was drifting in the water before it washed up on shore.  Was it days, weeks, months, that it drifted, carried along by the waves?  Once it was part of a tree.  It was growing.  It had a purpose.  But then somehow it broke off, fell in the water, and just drifted.

How easily we can be like a piece of driftwood.  Once we were walking in close fellowship with the Lord.  We were growing.  We lived with a purpose to serve the Lord.  But somewhere along the way, the close fellowship was broken and we started drifting.  Maybe all at once, probably a little bit at a time.  We drifted further and further away, carried along by the waves of our world.  For how long?

Thank God, there is a difference between us and a piece of driftwood.  The piece of wood can never become part of the tree again, but God invites us to stop drifting and return to him.

“Draw near to God, and he will draw near to you.”  – James 4:8a

Amen.  May it be so.