My Boat

Calm seas, a good wind, smooth sailing. Ah, thats the life. At times after a long time of suffering, struggles and climbing we always tend to kick back and relax. Kinda "enjoy" the scenery abit. Well these are times when God turned my circumstances into a raging cyclone. And rocked my boat hard.

Realising that the boat is not going to hold, I call out to God. "God! God! Why are you doing this??" with my own hands locked in a death grip on the boat. Soon, I realise the winds and waves are slowly taking my wonderful boat apart. God gives and takes away, whenever He wants to. Sometimes there are people that just can't let go. In our own little boats, we always think of how far we can go, always thinking of tomorrow, until we go about things so hurriedly that we don't "stop and smell the roses".

From the raging tempest, a figure emerges. Realising who that is, I call out. "Lord, save me!". As I squint and make of what the figure is trying to convey, only to realise that His hands are held out, waiting. Now, on the other hand, I'm still holding on tight to my prized or perhaps only possession. Totally unaffected by the storm, the figure continues to wait. His arms welcoming me. Knowing that I needed to give it up, I gave a deep sigh, and stepped off the boat.

I jolted as my feet made contact with the water, as it was icy cold my senses went on high alert and the feeling of the uneven surface makes it even more inconceivable. I'm walking on water!! Then fully aware that the sea was raging around me, I gape in terror as I observe the power of the storm with the cyclone before me. Shocked, I slowly start to lose focus and my feet begin to submerge. A voice rings in my head, "FOCUS!". Snapping out from contemplating and analyzing my current situation, with all my willpower, I refocus on the figure standing there before me.

Each step taken was odd, uneven, unpredictable, surreal and far-fetched. Why? Realising as I was treading the water, He was with me all along holding my hand and guiding me. Like a baby, I walked, slow but steady. Yet, there are still times in which I would sink and get my ankles wet, but as long as my focus was on Him, the storm couldn't affect me. However, this time around, I took note of the experiences, the feelings and the grand satisfaction of each step taken.

I've just taken a few strides. Plenty more to come.....