And He said, “Come!” And Peter got out of the boat, and walked on the water and came toward Jesus.
Some days are better than others. Most days are far better than others have ever been, or I ever dreamed they could be. But some days the facts are so overwhelming that I lose sight of the light at the end of the tunnel, I turn my focus away from where it should be, and onto the crashing waves. I won’t bore you with more platitudes of sinking in the water once we take our eyes off Christ, if you grew up in the church, you’ve heard it a million times. Then again, this is one that never gets old for me. But it used to be because I understood the waves as the only constant in my life, so I got Peter and why he freaked. Now, though, it is the walking on the water that fascinates me. It is the fact that, though I have lived in the proverbial ash heap my entire life, I have some how been able to rise from that to do nothing less than to walk on water. That’s what it seems like, at any rate. Leaving the abuse behind, setting my focus on the things that are before me. Leaving behind the “should have been’s” for the “what will be’s” and knowing, unequivocally, that Christ is there on the water, beckoning me to come to Him. It’s as easy as keeping my eyes on Him. He’s beckoning you, as well. If you will trust Him, you will know what it is to rise out of your past and… (this spot left intentionally blank because I do not know the “what will be’s,” even for my own life).