icy waves crash. ravenous sharks circle. muscles fatigue, no longer able to tread water. losing consciousness. strength sapped. succumbing to the dark depths…
a faint light on the horizon. seed of hope. will it find me–the sea is hungry and huge, salty water fills my mouth as I gurgle and scream.
alone. helpless. needy. exhausted.
today I woke up to the realization I’ve been drowning for 27 years. after an hour or so of sobbing, snot, and desperately asking for Jesus… He quiets me, between the waves and heaves, with His love.
“Comfort, comfort. I’m here. I’ll never leave.”
My feet, still kicking though He holds me, thinking I gotta tread water. My Rescuer patiently, gently, reassures me:
Then Jesus said, “Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you. Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle at heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy to bear, and the burden I give you is light.” Matthew 11:28-30