Tuesday, September 20, 2011
I stood there with the water crashing toward me and gently tickling my feet as it stretched and reached to leave the fury of it's present life behind. Seeking, perhaps, to be still and safe and silent. I felt the sand beneath my feet give way as the water was sucked back out to sea. My mind conjured the words to songs about shifting sand and how we should never place our faith in such an unreliable place.
I know, I know, in my head what that means. To be standing there, though, feeling the world crumble beneath me, focused my heart on my Foundation. Whispers of His gentleness, His longing for me to rest in Him, to walk closely with Him.
How often do I casually walk to where He would rather that I run from? Little steps, one here and one there. None alone able to drown me, but when I look over my shoulder and see how far off the shore is, there is definitely a distance that I didn't plan on, never really even saw it coming.
How big are His arms to rescue me. "Daddy! I'm in too deep! Help me!!"
And He does. He pulls me back to safety.
"Because he loves me," says the Lord, "I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name. He will call on me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him. With long life I will satisfy him and show him my salvation." ~~Psalm 91:14-16