Perched on the edge of frigid waters; operating on the principles of trust and sonship, I’m nearly persuaded to walk atop these depths, in faith, toward the dimmed horizon. Fixing my eyes on Son light and closing my ears to outside rumblings of scorn, ridicule and the duality of the noise and the silence of disapproval. I’m locked-in to the knowledge that belief fills my sails with winds that foster floating and fear adds unnecessary weight that guarantees defeat to be delivered in a ceremony at the bottom of lost fulfillment. I marvel at my ability to glide across glassy waters in whimsical unearthliness but holding on to the mistrust of the remarkable; my faith dwarfed by the shadows of mustard seeds, I waver as waves begin to swell around my reappearing apprehensions. Bound to a fractured and deteriorating boat-like mirage, I cling to mediocrity, mistaking it for adventure. Recorded flashes of boastful comparisons to biblical royalty chasten my humility as I scurry toward the shore unmistakably sure that I didn’t because I wouldn’t, but, that I can if I only would. My faith reinforced by the faith I rescued in the near-success of my failure; knowing that I will be ready to walk on water when the depth of my faith reaches the maturity of full surrender.
“So He said, “ Come.” And when Peter had come down out of the boat, he walked on the water to go to Jesus. But when he saw that the wind was boisterous, he was afraid; and beginning to sink he cried out, saying, “Lord, save me!”
And immediately Jesus stretched out His hand and caught him, and said to him, “ O you of little faith, why did you doubt?” Matthew 14:29-31 (NKJV)
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