Wind and waves surrounding me,
I notice my feet going under.
When the tasks are many before me,
And I yearn for man's approval more than I do for God's,
And the pressure pushes in from all sides,
I lose sight of the vision,
of the calling,
of Spirit with and in me.
I forget that it was Jesus who said, "Come," before my feet even left the boat. [Matt 14:29]
And in my panic of "DO SOMETHING!" He gently asks me once again why I let my faith in His word, His power, His calling become so small.
My eyes aren't always on Jesus.
And when they're not, I grow afraid of the very waters that I asked Him to allow me to walk upon.
Truly, I am grateful for His hand repeatedly lifting me out of my panic,
Lavishing me with a grace that I most assuredly don't deserve.
Restoring these averted eyes to their proper gaze.
I am reminded that He has this too under control.
And that He cares about my walk on these deep waters.
This walk that we journey together,
Father, Son, Spirit, and me.
