I have been encountering God in the deep lately.
As in, literally, in the deep...
And the irony is not lost on me.
You see, I have this fear of deep waters. I'm not sure where it came from but I have always battled a fear of water.
I LOVE the beach and find peace and rest on a shore - whether it be ocean, inlet, or riverbank... but take me out to where my feet won't reach the bottom, well... (Cue "Oceans" song here...) I'm not a fan.
I get a little twitchy with a case of side-eye and I may hyperventilate or be prone to desperate bouts of praying in the Spirit (--which spirit, it's hard to tell.)
I am so aware that I am not in control and that I am being forced to trust. That whole sense of adventure and play evaporates like good intentions on a slow, sunny, summer afternoon!
So the fact that He is calling us out into the Deep... well, it stretches me --but I can never say no to Him!
Oh - I can want to... but He's just so convincingly Good...






























