Surrounded by an ocean, broad with problems and filled with creatures of panic and born from breached insecurities. Salt enters the wound with a burn and as I try to make a sound I merely see my own breath. No ships approach. The shore is far out of view and I can only plead silence as I bide my time upon kicking away my last few breaths to stay afloat. Swamped. Suffocated by stresses entering like pills, but detested like poison. So which is it? Do problems break me to remind me I am alive or are they trying to settle me into a shallow grave? Buoyancy is simple until you sink so slightly beneath the line. You take on water faster than you would ever believe, and sooner than later feelings leave your fingertips. The blue will take me over and choke me with the very fabric that I wove as I carried a string from my pocket all along, wandering a twisted and beaten path until the whole sought to cover me. Dragged under, sent below, dropped down, hurt... A deafening crash of waves holding me amidst prehistoric vice and calling me back to sea.
You know, this seems oddly depressing.
However, it really doesnt have to be.
Because I don't tread the ocean water...
I stand on dry land.
I see things waking offshore, but I remain centered in the calm before the storm. I stopped running from the tide so long ago because in the end, all meaning is lost. We all return to the water's edge eventually. Every human hears that side calling and drags themself so miserably back. But wether or not we dip our feet or saturate ourselves in that liquid enemy remains our choice. Grace has been saved. I can sigh with relief because I find the strength by taking His hand to remain grounded. He gives me friends and family to depend on, and they show me that I can finally focus beyond the man who promises safer waters. Looking closer, he rolls those eyes. Never once did the Savior hint at doubt. No safer sea exists. Enemies make no sense. They only make shame and foolish covers to the shame. Don't drink that water. Embibe what you were meant to fill yourself with all along and turn to the cup He is offering you.
If you're ever too weak to move,
maybe you need reminding that you are His creation.
Above you and I, between His and ours,
a mirror allowing His reflection.
A bright reflection in all of us, against the black water's surface.
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James 1:2-4
2 Dear brothers and sisters, when troubles come your way, consider it an opportunity for great joy. 3 For you know that when your faith is tested, your endurance has a chance to grow. 4 So let it grow, for when your endurance is fully developed, you will be perfect and complete, needing nothing.
When I read that, I had already read your blog and was like ahhhh wow. You are an amazing writer, mi amor.
I LOVE THIS ONE! Like, I love it. You ROCK at writing. Not even kidding!
And the way that you write in a way that makes the reader have to really read and think about it rocks.
It made me start to think that if both the water and deep sea is like the enemy and solid ground is like when we are walking with Christ and He saves us from our drowning, then what about in a boat? We are still in the water, but secure and safe. Maybe that is the Battles we face for Christ. Admist the water and the Enemy that COULD swallow and drown us we have the swords to fight off the Enemy's tricks in the waters and the Life Perservers (Holy Spirit, His Word, all the good stuff we need.) for others drowning in the water. They have to ultimately decided to take Christ's hand, but we are the Disciples/Pirates for Christ. We are like a pirately rescue team all for Christ. "Aay Jesus freak mateys, this is thee battle, it shant be pretty, but it be worth it indeed!"
Thanks grandson. :)
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