Right now, the waters feel deep.

When I was growing up, my family would spend about a month in the summer out at the cottage owned by my Mom’s parents. We would go fishing on Obonga Lake, and my Poppa had sonar machine to help detect where the fish were and how deep the lake was beneath our boat. There were parts of that lake where the sonar could not sense the bottom of the lake. It was so deep it was unfathomable.

As a kid, that sent shivers down my spine. I loved that lake and spent every moment I could swimming in it, walking its shores, or boating its waters. But there was always this tinge of mystery, and even dread – there were parts of the lake where the waters were so deep, the bottom could not be sensed. I remember wondering what mysteries lurked in the deep dark of the lake water. And it scared me a little.

As Ontario digests alarming new COVID-19 modelling and case counts increase exponentially, it feels like the water is deep, unknowable. There is a persistent sense of dread. We wonder what lurks in the depth of the weeks and months ahead. It’s going to be a tough winter.

But what brings me comfort is the promise of God that he will be with us, when we go through the deep waters. One way or another, we will face the coming days. It will be easier to do so if we set ourselves squarely in the promises of God, who does not dissappoint.

Until tomorrow, dear friends, know that God is with you when you go through deep waters.