My little rowboat careened out of control. The sea tossed me as if I were a mere feather
that was tickling its nostril. I clung to each side of the boat, my knuckles white. Demons
mocked me. Their beady eyes glowed in the darkness, and their taunting laughter collided with the thunder.
I was so gullible. I thought I knew what was best. Would
I ever learn? How many chances did I have left? I lifted my face into the stinging rain.
Was He up there? Did He care anymore?
The demons laughter grew louder. I
covered my ears to shut them out. I slumped to the bottom of my little boat, and waited for my watery grave
to claim me. The next wave hurled me to the top of its crest. It threw me into its depths;
my little boat trembled, shook, and broke apart. I grabbed a broken plank and hung on for what was to be
the last seconds of my life.
“God, are You there? Hey, it’s me.
I messed up again. I’ve made a real mess of things this time. Do you see
me? Don’t you see that I can’t win? This storm is too big for me.
It’s my own fault, I know. I threw the compass overboard, oh and the map too.
I didn’t think I needed it. Worse, I didn’t think I needed You. Can
I still be Your child? Is it too late for me? DO YOU HEAR ME? I need
you!”
One by one the demons crossed in front of my site. Their eyes played images
of my demise. Hurling insults, degrading words – all correct – all deserved, right?
Unexpectedly,
a booming crash of thunder blazed from the sky. The clouds parted and a streak of light bolted from the
center. A beautiful luminosity, surrounded by angels descended. Clamped around the glimmering
lightning bolt was a cloak of darkness that carried a storm far more severe then the one I was experiencing. How
could something be so beautiful and terrifying all at the same time?
As the vision neared me, I realized the light
was not a lightening bolt, but God himself coming down. He untied his cloak of darkness and flicked it
toward the surging sea of ghouls. Hailstones, lightening, and wind-driven rain descended toward us all.
I looped my arms around the board and covered my head as if to shield off the menacing insult. I
heard the demon’s screaming in pain around me. Could I survive God’s wrath? I
peaked and encountered all of God’s fury unleashed, but not an ounce of it was near me. Astonished I watched arrows emanate from all around Him.
A blast
of fire discharged from his mouth, “You shall not harm her. This is my child, and mine alone.”
He was so angry, the controlled anger that could emit fear into the bravest of souls. But
none of it was directed at me. It was at all of my enemies. As His arms descended, the
water parted into walls on all sides. His glare turned toward me, but when His eyes burned into my soul,
I only saw tenderness, love, and forgiveness. Holding out His everlasting arms, He lifted me from the jowls
of the demonic sea.
I did not question where He was taking me. Questioning His will is what
got me into my mess in the first place. He took me to a place I did not recognize. I
thought I would feel comfortable, but then I realized I was missing the point. This is where He wanted
me, the center of His will. No harm could befall me. He was in control.
He truly cared and wanted the best for me.
I could not resist asking Him the one question burning on my mind.
“Why? I have let You down so many times, and I told You I didn’t need you? Why
did you rescue me again?”
Gazing up into His fathomless peace, He whispered to my heart, “Because,
I delight in You.”