You stand amidst the ocean waves
and bid me to come to You.
Every instinct within me recoils from this calling, yet something in
me simultaneously yearns to be free.
Tentatively, I swing one foot out of the boat.
And then the other.
I sit on the edge gazing at the churning water and wonder: what made
You think this might be a grand idea?
But I look again to You,
and Your Voice beacons like a siren’s call.
Will it lull me once free of my moorings, to be dashed upon the rocks?
Or will I walk on this dark water and reach out for Your open hand?
Only stepping out onto the waves will yield the answers I seek-
Staying put in the relative safety of the boat isn’t really an option
when one is being called: onward, outward, upward, forward- ultimately
into the wild unknown.
Placing my trust in Your promises and character, I slip from the boat
into the wild surf, Heart racing, palms sweating, dry palate I take my
first steps and begin to walk……
Many times along the way
I will sink and begin to founder,
but each and every time I am grasped, held, and calmed.
Your love is infinite and Your grip sustaining.
I am learning to trust Your call.
“Come.”