“Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders, let me walk up on the waters wherever you would call me. Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander and my faith will be made stronger in the presence of my Savior.” Oceans by Hillsong
Walking on water. What would that even look like in real life? Back in the Biblical story of Peter walking on the water it was literal. But for us it would be figurative. I will walk upon the waters of the unknown. I will walk upon the waters of the uncertain. I will keep my eyes and mind steady. I will wish to be pulled away from the shore, being stretched by faith. Trusting through the entire process that my Savior is with me.
Spirit lead me. I do not know the way I should go and I shy away from difficult scenarios. I want a life of little pain and lots of joy. There is no growth without pain. There is no trust without first doubt.
Our lives were never meant to be lived in the shallow end. Deep in the waters we find a strength and resiliency we would have never known. We learn compassion, empathy, and faith. I remember listening to the song “Oceans” by Hillsong several years ago when making the decision to move away from the easy road. I trusted God would be with my family the whole way. I can look back now and see His hand and His provision. Even though at the time my future felt dark and scary.
I was walking into the water. I stumbled so many times I can’t count now. But I see the ripple of my footsteps when I look back. I feel the warmth in my hands that are outstretched. I see that there has never been a time in my life that I went without. I can see how God’s way is better than my ways.
Don’t play it safe I tell myself. Live a messy, crazy, and beautiful life with hands fully outstretched and footprints behind me. Always moving forward. Living always one step outside my comfort zone. Thats where the treasure is. Most of all its the place where I’ve learned love.
In times of extreme discomfort and fear I pray to God claiming His provision. Telling Him I trust Him even in tears. The experiences that I’ve had out on the water are so much richer than any I’ve had at the shore.
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.” Theodore Roosevelt
Walking on water is the same as living in the arena. If God is leading you down a path you don’t understand and the inner critic in your head is scared and you feel deserted by those you love- keep going. Mess up and get back up again.
Cheers to living in the arena and on the water!