Outside of the boat I feel everything.
Every wave, great and small.
Every gust of wind.
Every mist, every drop.
Everything.
My feet are wet but not sinking.
My eyes are blurred, but fixed.
My wind-blown hair makes sure I remember where I am.
Whose idea was this?
The Lord's?
Did He bring me here?
Something like that.
"Don't be afraid..." He said from a distance. "It is I."
So many reasons to fear. So many questions, so many possibilities.
"Prove it." I heard my own voice.
Had I just questioned God?
"Come."
The step from the boat onto the water was not a challenge.
It was automatic. The obvious response in our dialogue.
But now here I stand. On the water, with the Lord.
It is wet and raw and uncomfortable.
But I am with Him.
I am sensitive and vulnerable.
I am held up, step by step, by forces I may never understand.
God's presence.
My questions.
His answer is closeness.
Come.