One Hungry Soul

I am Peter on the raging sea – my gaze desperately locked with Jesus’. That which terrifies me threatens to overcome me. As long as my focus remains fixed on the author and perfecter of my faith I feel calm. Held. I can endure this through the One who lends me strength. 

Even if I am just sitting in the dentist chair, tense and still as the whirr and grind of tools do their deep work.

My lungs are failing. I can’t catch my breath. This level of hostility caustically erodes my body like a fungating cancer. As I collapse into bed my eyes plead what my mouth can’t formulate. You nod, gently placing the oxygen mask over my face. ‘Breathe me in – only me in’ I feel you urge. I comply. I breathe you in. Only you. In safe, unhurried time, my every cell is renewed and radiates Your life. 

I ache to arrive at a time where the trouble of this world no longer forces me to desperately cling to You. Yet I also kiss the wave that throws me against the Rock of Ages as nothing compares to knowing and being known by You.