An analogy of faith
Trust and faith. That is where I am. I am walking on the water, I am far out at sea, the shore is a distant memory behind me and the storm rages around me.
The sky is dark and the clouds are angry and storming.
But I walk.
I continue walking amongst the swells because here is where Jesus has called me to go. I hear his voice, he calls me to have faith and trust him, I am not to take my eyes off of him.
I look down and I see dark water upon which I am walking, not by any strength or might of my own, but my faith in God keeps me above the waves.
The storm is real, I feel the wind whip around my hair and I smell the salty mist. But I do not look back. I look forward and I walk. Each step intentional, each step in faith. One foot in front of the other. I choose not to see how big the storm is. I choose not to think about how deep the water is.
No, I choose to see how powerful my God is.
Here, in this moment I experience peace.
Not peace of my own doing. It is a peace that comes from a place where I am completely surrendered to God.
I am on the deep waters. I do not see the end of my journey. But that still, small voice calls me onward, calls me forward. So, I continue to step forward. I continue to trust the God that silences storms by the commands of His voice to lead me through this storm.
This is faith. This is where faith grows and comfort dies. This is relentless faith in our Creator God.
The storm is dark and strong, but this moment I have a peace so real that I feel warmth fill my heart as I walk onward toward where God is leading me. Here there is no room for doubt, here there is only room for God.
I do not long for the shore, because I have been there before and I have left it for a reason. I do not want to wake up one day and realize that I lived so small that I never left comfort to seek growth and change.
Jesus Walks on Water
Matthew 14:22-33 NLT
22 Immediately after this, Jesus insisted that his disciples get back into the boat and cross to the other side of the lake, while he sent- the people home. 23 After sending them home, he went up into the hills by himself to pray. Night fell while he was there alone.
24 Meanwhile, the disciples were in trouble far away from land, for a strong wind had risen, and they were fighting heavy waves. 25 About three o’clock in the morning Jesus came toward them, walking on the water. 26 When the disciples saw him walking on the water, they were terrified. In their fear, they cried out, “It’s a ghost!”
27 But Jesus spoke to them at once. “Don’t be afraid,” he said. “Take courage. I am here!”
28 Then Peter called to him, “Lord, if it’s really you, tell me to come to you, walking on the water.”
29 “Yes, come,” Jesus said.
So Peter went over the side of the boat and walked on the water toward Jesus. 30 But when he saw the strong wind and the waves, he was terrified and began to sink. “Save me, Lord!” he shouted.
31 Jesus immediately reached out and grabbed him. “You have so little faith,” Jesus said. “Why did you doubt me?”
32 When they climbed back into the boat, the wind stopped. 33 Then the disciples worshiped him. “You really are the Son of God!” they exclaimed.