Dancing on the Waves. . .

The waves would rise and fall, yet Your hand would hold me so still... not letting me drown, not letting me sink. Constant, present, steadfast, yes You are - so much so that I can freely dance. It almost feels all of it is slowly coming to an end, and I'd soon have to face the shore, but tonight I'll be dancing on the waves, letting You lead. . . 

AI Generated image of what I feel at the moment. 11.29.25 

May I just stay here, Lord? Far from anything and anyone that could hurt me again? :( 

The fire from Your watchful eyes would consume the coldest thoughts, while every star numbered and called by name would make my doubting heart trust the One who holds everything in place. I am nothing but a speck of dust from Your throne room, yet You've seen my afflictions and have heard my cries in the middle of sea... because You are closer than my very breath. 

May I just stay here with You, Lord? Far from anything and anyone that could hurt me again? :( 

A never ending dance, to the tune of lilies. . . would I ever get tired? But oh this dance is lead by You, this dance is with You, and through You - yet the deafening echoes of war haunt me to paralysis. But You know my heart. You know me best. You know me full well. You know me so much, that even these two paintings, You have marked with Your presence. You didn't have to, but You did...to remind me that I am marked by Your grace. 

AI Generated image of what I feel at the moment. 11.30.25 

Grace to endure, grace to build, grace to set sail to wherever You'd lead... Grace to rest, grace to sleep through the storm. . . grace to get up, grace to arise, grace to see the starry night with glimmers of hope. Grace to hear You sing over me, grace to believe again, grace to say yes again. I'd step out from the ship to dance again on the waves, and I won't think twice. But why do I crumble at the glimpse of the shore? My body remembers how every tear would wreck me to exhaustion, my heart remembers the huge blow of pain as if cutting through even the broken pieces. I could still trace every islander smile that turned into arrow spewing mouth pieces that scorned me to death behind curtains... 

But You pulled me from the deepest, darkest, coldest parts of the sea. You carried me through every storm and shipwreck. You nursed me back into existence. You held me through and through. . . 

May I stay here instead, in Your arms, Lord? Hold me still....spare me please...from anything and anyone that could hurt me again. 

But if not, may I remember how we danced on the waves, in our secret place...conquering the waves of doubt and fear with melodies of love, from Your throne of grace.