As the waves crash over again and again...I feel like I am surrounded and my footing unsure. Surrounded by forces that push and toss me from side to side. Forces that try to push me down and throw me off balance.
I raise my arm, extending it upwards as far as I can go. My hand open to receive, to grasp, what lies above the waves.
There...I feel it. A solid rock to which I can cling. First feeling with my finger tips then slowly finding a firmer whole of hand grip on which to hang on. My other arm raises up and finds grip. Then with strength that it not my own, a force propels me upwards. A force that brings refuge from the raging seas.
There is a safety here that overides all fear, all doubt. It is a fortress from the tidal surge that continues to batter and bruise the weak and weary.
I now sit above the waves. I sit in silence. I sit knowing that God has control. Once again I can breathe in deeply. He calms the sea, he brings peace to chaos and he says rest in me for here you will find strength for face another day and complete that which I have called you to do.