There are days when the chaos of the storm is more than I can take in...
"I've been waiting in shallow water.
You're the ocean I am after...
and I wanna go, oh, I wanna go with You."
...when the awareness of just how exhausted...
...I am hits me while I sit in my little boat as the sea rages all around...
"Break the silence with Your whisper.
Take my hand and pull me under...
cuz I wanna go, oh I wanna go with You."
But then there are days when the winds and the water are drowned out by the simple reality of faith in my life.
Now faith is the substance of things hoped for,
the evidence of things not seen.
The substance of my faith plays out all around me...the evidence riding up on the top of each wave.
It pours in and out, as forcefully as the rain and as full as the darkness that seeks to block out the light.
"Set a way for what my eyes see.
Help me believe.
Help me break free.
Cuz I wanna go, oh, I wanna go with You."
I can't control the storm...
nor can I block out the emotions that rise within me as I hold tight to the leg of the Captian of my boat...
but I can choose where I focus.
"Take me thru the desert places
for the chance to see Your face.
take me past the breaking waves
into the depth of Your embrace."
And by changing my point of focus, I am able to change the attitude with which I respond...and the perspective from which I view this situation.
You see, I can look here as it is a captivating sight to behold...