But Jesus spoke to them at once. “Don’t be afraid,” he said. “Take courage. I am here!”

Then Peter called to him, “Lord, if it’s really you, tell me to come to you, walking on the water.”

“Yes, come,” Jesus said.

So Peter went over the side of the boat and walked on the water toward Jesus. – Matthew 14:27-29

You lured me out onto the water,

like a siren song Your perfect voice was impossible to ignore.

And now the fathoms below me loom dark and forbidding,

but I keep placing one waterlogged foot in front of the other.

How crazy is it that I’ve been walking on the water…

on the water…

while I’m asking where my Savior has gone?

My feet slap furiously against the deep

as I run full-out toward my King,

forgetting that liquid cannot bear my weight,

and is created to swallow me instead.

How have I completely dismissed every law of physics

at the same time that I am supernaturally supported,

while each step carries me soggily forward toward heaven?

 

The tide carries me closer

when it goes out

and nearer as it comes in.

 

Because even the sea

even the coldest ocean

even the tsunami wave of the briny fathoms

cannot separate me from the love of God

which is in Christ Jesus.

 

Lord, may the pain

never distract me so much

that I miss the miracle.

Father, grant me eyes that see

the wonder of my journey

across the dark deep.

Thank You for being there

should I ever start to sink.

I’m coming, Lord.

In Jesus’ Name, Amen…

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