I sway back and forth. The waves crash and I sit here dangling my feet off the edge. I can feel the water as it licks my skin and it intrigues me. But, I’m scared. Scared to fully step out onto the waters. I’m terrified that the water will not support me. I’m worried that He will not catch me when I stumble and so, I continue to sit here. I sit here in my comfort-zone, in my safe place. Dangling my feet, casually off the edge.
Peter. A man who was one of the 12. A man who trusted and feared Jesus. A man who was in the same predicament that I’m in now. He sat on a boat and called upon Jesus saying, “Lord, if it’s you,” Peter replied, “tell me to come to you on the water.” And of course Jesus said, “come.” I mean why wouldn’t He? So, Peter came. But his doubts overwhelmed him and he began to sink.
I AM PETER. I hear God saying “come.” Come to me and step out onto the waters, I have you. Have faith my child that the path I am leading you on and the opportunities I am placing before you are worth the risk. But, I can’t do it. I’m still sitting here. I’m back in the same place I was 7 years ago when my bible teachers told us the story of Peter and Jesus, and challenged us to “get out of the boat.” I’ve come back to this comfortable edge; dangling my feet and staring aimlessly into the water, mesmerized by the hope it holds. But, I can’t make myself step down. Down of this edge that I’m sitting on. It’s been years since I’ve been here. I’ve been many places in these past 7 years. I’ve been all over this boat and I’ve even tested the waters for a little bit, but I’ve always found the edge the most comfortable of all places.
I know He is calling for me to step forward and have faith. Faith that I can walk on the waters. Faith that I can take the path less traveled, even though it terrifies me. But, there is something holding me back from firmly placing my feet upon the water. Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve become so comfortable in where my life is at now, that I’m unable to see the endless possibilities that change may bring. Maybe I’m unsure that His hand will be there to steady me and guide me upon the rocky waters of life, because maybe I’ve lost sight of Him in the chaos and fog. Maybe I’m just stubborn. But, there is something keeping me here.
I’m stuck. Stuck like glue to this wooden edge. I’m willing to “get out of the boat” because I know that the waters are calling my name, but I need a push. I need someone to shove me in. I need HIM to grab on and never let go. Because, I don’t want to stay here forever. I don’t want to just sit here and watch the waters pass me by. So, I’m sending out a prayer. I’m placing out my hand. God, please grab on. Grab on and pull me out onto the waters, because I’m ready to experience the plans you have for me. I’m ready to "Get Out Of The Boat."
