Walking On Water When The Storms of Life Surround You

In the quiet.  Out here.  Where nothing can be heard.  But the downpour of the fallen. The crackling and bolt of pain found deep in the storm now.

And I close my eyes to see His face.  For the tranquil waters of yesterdays have passed……And no open sky lies before me.  Only clouds.  Clouds of my heart refusing to part to further pain.


And in this silent place.  It is here where true faith finds me.  

This place where no eyes can see the Promised Land. No flesh can taste the essence of Him.  And on the skin is only the wind and sting of so many things keeping me…..in the eye of the storm.

Yet, it is here in this darkest hour, where the world of the soul opens.  And eternity becomes all we are striving for.

And the ships that pass and toot their horns…..and the vessels of grandiose……seem only vain……Having absolutely no appeal anymore.

And it is here where Jesus walks on water.

So, I close my eyes of my soul to meet Him.  His voice calling from this boat of doubters.  He is present as the world looks at the downcast skies.  Darkness overhead.  And says…..”We all are lost”.  It is hear the eyes of The Only Saving Grace can fully help us.

And I reach.  And step.  And long for Him all the greater…..as he welcomes me nearer The Father’ Heart.

But then, loved ones.  I see them. Unlike the disciples who at least ventured out.

These ones…their ships still tied to shores of reason.  As waves crash in their lives, surrounded by thunders of doubt….they have willingly welcomed…..

Refusing to let go.

Though the rope to land that they had thought would save them…..will actually keep them….flooding their gallows with the waters from the storm.

And oh how I want to help them.  But, I have shifted my eyes from the Savior….to be the Savior…..far too often….

And it has only brought destruction.

So, I must, must trust….

The same one who calls me….calls them.

Reaching. Patiently.  In love.  Stilling the storm with His presence.  Making a path of grace through the waters of life…..

In hopes that they might cut cords of pride…..

Trusting. Believing. Reaching for…..

The light in His eyes.  The hope in His grip. The peace of His presence.

So, I pray, my friend. That as I touch His hand.  And keep Him in the center of my storm….

I can whisper in His ear….your name too.  So that He might run to you. Run to you…..carrying me.  And severe the cord……the ones flesh and works and will had no power to.  The cords keeping you back from the fullness of what God has promised you…..

Redeeming….a lifetime of weather…..by one touch of His hand.

He alone has the power. To free us from the land…..empowering us to walk on water…..

Though the rain may pound and the wind can knock us off our feet…..over and over again….

It is away from the shore.  Out of the boat that we will find Him….

If we are willing……to cut the cord……look into His eyes…..

Get out of the boat.

And walk on water.

Linking with Michelle @ Hear it on Sunday