what moves me

Thinking about the ocean and the way the water moves me brings up many truths that I am experiencing. The control I have is so little and shows up when the waves start to build. Life is similiar when things are going my way on an easy road. The illusion of control settles in until things go wrong, mistakes are made, or karma is to blame. The few choices I can make are important in that they typically represent my heart and what I am living for. That matters because what I live for brings me to what is truly in control of my life.
There is someone who wants the best for me, tells me what paths to take, and what roads to keep away from. They hold a deep love for me as I am at this moment, and in fact they are love. They want me to take their direction because it leads to the best life ever. A life that is full like a jar of pure goodness: shaken, pressed down, and overflowing. That is someone is Jesus.