Friday, January 20, 2017

W A V E S (of Glory)

The black waters surrounded me. It was like I was drowning in the despair of darkness. 

When will this be over? Am I almost out of the wilderness, Lord? How long? Have you forgotten about me?

I brace myself for another wave. The water is just as black as the sky. The moonlight showing the only glimmer of hope...or so I thought.

Another wave is creshendowing to hit me.  


The broken piece of wood I am laying on to buoy me on the waves is rough beneath me, but nevertheless, I am grateful that it is keeping me afloat. 


I gasp. I pant. I choke up water. My hair is blinding my eyes.


I am choking. I am drowning. Well not just yet, but I can't seem to get a break from this...


God why me?


God I can't take anymore..


Help me!


I can't even cry because saltiness is all around me.

"Change your perspective. "

I hear that voice. I know THAT voice. It's My Love. But apart of me feels like My Love has forsaken me.

"Open your eyes again. Trust Me. Change Your perspective."

I close my eyes it all goes black.. Okay, I will trust you. 


I open my eyes hoping for change, and I marvel at what I see.

That piece of wood under me had become a boogie board, with floral decorations.

The sky above me is a pure crystal blue. No clouds, the sunshine constant.

The crystal blue water, sea through teeming with fish and coral under me. The scene of Hawaii. 

A wave comes and I'm floating on it. 


It crashes over me with the same magnitude, but yet, I'm excited for it. I want the wave to come.

It's even. 

I turn around to see His Glory right behind me. He's right there with me. Smiling down, Smiling toward me.

I'm at Peace. I'm in Peace. He's Peace. He's Got me.

Let's Ride these waves My Love. 

"For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which in Christ Jesus our Lord." Romans 8:38-39

Thanks for reading,

Stacie Cherill Dickson 

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