Vision-
Im getting pulled in by the tide, the waves stretching and reaching to take me away. Im grapsing at the sand. The sand? Yes, anything, trying to hold onto the shore so I’m not pulled out into the unknown. The crashing, the rushing, the water in my ears. I’m swimming against stream to avoid. To delay, to exert control. I lose gripping of the sand, my legs tired of trying to beat the tidal pull. And in the midst of tossing and tumbling in the salty waves, I return. I calm down, I glide, I am as fluid as the molecules tumbling over each other. Peacefully running with the direction, instead of fighting it. I look up, the top of the water like a glass floor, and see feet. He’s walking, reaching down His hand to pull me out of the water. I steady my feet and walk with Him, into the light that is calling.
Oh, God. My prayer.
Change my heart to not fight the tide, to have the courage to trust your hand while walking on the water.
NEW HOME-
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