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Come to the water


Be real.

I'd love to see life as gentle ripples but the truth is, (I don't want to admit it) I know sometimes I make waves. Instead of skipping stones; I throw boulders. I have stood on the shoreline of my life. The reflection looking up is an unrecognizable face. Im looking down trying to find ways to smooth out the surface but the waves are crashing in. My feet are sinking in the wet sand. I stand naked before God and ask, Who am I? The answer comes in a whisper:

I am like all God's children: I am chosen. I am alive. I am here. I am blessed. I am called to love and to be an example of God's love. I am human and therefore, not perfect. But I will try to aleast be kind to others and to find a way to be kind to myself. I don't wish to be understood but to be given a chance to be me. I don't wish to be judged but I know that escaping judgment is a waste of my energy. Instead I will have courage against hate, encouraged by love. 

I have come to the water to ask God for healing, hope and to help calm the waters inside. To accept the person he created me to be without question. With all my faults, and fears. Guided by his light, I now can see the rocky shorelines of my life. My intention is to always be at the water's edge. I can walk around obstacles: I can see them now.

I can Feel the warm morning sun on my face as I sit in silence, listening. Smoothing out the surface, I can see a reflection of a familiar face. There you are. I am with you and I love you because you had the courage to be you. Chosen and loved. 





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