“Do not be afraid. Take courage. I am here.”
You go off alone,
Insisting I get in the boat,
Launching me into the water,
to the destination you have for me.
You know full well what is coming.
You are God.
You know it all
and ordained my life in ways I don’t understand.
You know that a storm is brewing,
and in a few hours I will be calling out
in fear and terror.
Yet you put me in that boat anyway.
Strong winds blow and heavy waves rise,
and though I try to fight them, I can’t.
And you know this will happen, is happening.
Then to make matters worse,
You come to me
in a form I don’t understand.
That is terrifying.
I cry out, but you assure me
I long to step out of the boat you put me in
and come to you in faith.
So I do.
And it feels right and good,
until I look around and realize the absurdity of this.
It’s wrong and bad.
Just look around.
So I panic and fear and begin to sink and cry out again.
You pull me up.
Gently chide my disbelief.
Return with me to the boat where this all started out,
and there is peace.
And I worship.
For a time.
Until the food is gone and the crowds are big, and you ask me, once again, to believe the absurd.
What boat have you been put into this day? This week? This month? This year?
Can you trust that He already knows and will come to meet you in the storm, even if you may not immediately recognize his presence?