The Walking On The Catch

Matthew 14:22-31 NKJV

Immediately Jesus made His disciples get into the boat and go before Him to the other side, while He sent the multitudes away. 23 And when He had sent the multitudes away, He went up on the mountain by Himself to pray. Now when evening came, He was alone there. 24 But the boat was now in the middle of the sea, tossed by the waves, for the wind was contrary. 25 Now in the fourth watch of the night Jesus went to them, walking on the sea. 26 And when the disciples saw Him walking on the sea, they were troubled, saying, " It is a ghost!" And they cried out of fear.

27 But immediately Jesus spoke to them, saying, " Be of good cheer! It is I; do not be afraid.

28 And Peter answered Him and said, "Lord, if it is You command me to come to You on the water.

29 So He said, " Come". And when Peter had come down out of the boat, he walked on the water to go to Jesus. 30 But when he saw that the wind was boisterous, he was afraid; and beginning to sink he cried, out saying, " Lord, save me!

31 And immediately Jesus stretched out His hand and caught him, and said to him, O you of little faith, why did you doubt? 32 And when they got into the boat, the wind ceased.

33 Then those who were in the boat came and worshipped Him, saying, " Truly You are the Son of God.

I had this odd moment in my own skin a couple days or maybe a week ago. I can't really remember. I could feel the exact moment where I was required to take another action or step of faith. The pivotal moment that ceased my gut and demanded me to make a decision.

Move forward in excellence of faith or allow the dribble down quicksand as I faded into oblivion. I thought I may now understand why Peter sank on the water at His moment of great faith. He sank he was on it, he started walking and then wobble he sank back into his natural fleshy disposition. That it is possible to extreme these absolute truths so quickly it is hard to even remember that it happened to us. But it did both great things.

The part where I was walking on water and just like Christ Jesus, just like a true disciple a student and his Master. To then mini tumult back down to size. Where I now know both realities exist equally or rather far greater for me. I know this transitive truth that will challenge me even further every next moment of my breathing life. What happened? Seriously! I have gone up to come down and now my worn-out runners have tasted another price of heaven that drives to so impressive questions.

To walk on water as normal, this highest truth is available to me every day of my peculiar, extraordinary life. I have tasted and seen the goodness of God quickened and quickly. I know I am supposed to think of the part when we sink and sort of circular reason around gravity and my inability to continue a few more steps. Like walking on a skyscraper and the huge winds take you out.

When we can no longer ignore the call to come in much closer that as I move closer to Christ, I am able to be just like Him. Even when it tries to draw me under or backwards. It is easy for me to say that this is the simplest thing to do in the presence of God, but I know what type of fear struck Peter. The plant mass earth and it governing laws colliding in my domesticated brain. The slightest freak out moment of the wonder of what was happening that my body back to its comfort zone. Those comfort zones that are not easily broken. The counter intuitive nature of faith defying everything I know to introduce me to my true likeness this holy bold kick ass image bearer of Christ Jesus. To defy I guess is our plight prerogative. To look at something as permanent as water and laugh in its face because you know glory sits on the other side. Feeling like pea size pin on a great demanding it to move. Not to mention all the ways water is not a foots natural incognition.

To my floating walking moving feet that step into to other sides of immeasurable bad ass glory. I will eat macaroni and cheese with fried chicken while being called every derogatory word from the urban dictionary. To later sleep in single sized bed wondering how I could be this blessed choke artist who came to the roads of two ends meeting.

To commanding wind and waves kind of faith to eating the two kinds of food that nourish me. From glory to glory. To new measures of faith that I get. Starting to understand this new stops ends. I am never exhausted by the Kingdom of Heaven and all its gems. Moving always or sometimes mumbling to new dimension, to suck up into the Word of dimension.

English suffices for now.

Jesus Christ Forevermore

A woman in a library not yet in the skirt I planned to wear. To a wardrobe of faith.