Draft after draft - not a single post since I wrote Dancing on the Waves has been published. Though there were so many notable memorial stones in between, and though I'm no longer where I was, I'm still in that "threshold" of crossing over.
It's been 6 months since the Lord woke me up to a sea of lights (on the 20th and 21st day of December), whispering promises of HOPE about a future that's already written by Him. At last I see the lights.
Lord how much longer will I wait? How much further will I endure? How much into the deep must I go? Have I not been delighting and pleasing you enough?
But love is right here, right now. He is ever present. He is ever so tangible. He is the Prince of Peace.
So why do I keep thinking that the promised land is a destination I must reach to finally "rest" in still waters in that oasis of peace He promised? Why am I still in a posture of yearning, and why am I still in that fragile state of uncertainty? Why am I being consumed by thoughts that break my heart? Why am I suddenly vulnerable. . . why am I distraught? downcast to the point of paralysis - again?
Maybe more than a destination, it's a state of knowing that I'm no longer a traveler or a tent dweller. Maybe it's a state of resting in a new reality where I could say I'm finally home. We're finally home.
"Jesus I was tossed in the water but I never went under, You were always on time"
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| //we're walking on parted waves, straight to You |
