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Father, I’m panicked by life, by how relentlessly its dark, fast rapids swirl me off my feet and hurl my powerless frame against the jagged boulders of commitments, friendships, events, academics, ministry… Looking ahead I see nothing but more hungry rocks, more narrow, skin-scraped escapes. I can do nothing to stop the powerful current of time and my desperate gasps for spiritual air too often end in half-drowned convulsions to rid my lungs of the river’s substitutes for the Spirit's breath.
But bedraggled and torn though I am from the chaos of this mad current, You have steered me clear the sharpest edges that would have shattered my bones. And I have yet to drown under the mirky, convulsing waters of time. You have kept my lungs filled with pneuma.
Oh help me now, Parter of the Red Sea and Stiller of the Jordan. Place my feet on solid ground and do not let me be shaken. I know at the end of this river lies the sea of death after which I may find the land of life eternal. I know I cannot walk there untouched by rough waves and the thundering rapids I so fear. But if I must swim this terrifying water-path, do not let me navigate it alone but hold me powerfully and secure in Your hand.
Thank You for placing Your body between the rocky shards of death and my feeble flesh. Thank You for parting the surf-smashing breakers with Your own broad back, giving me time to catch my breath. As I slip under the foaming swirl once more I cry, “Bring me safely home, oh my God, my Wave-walker!”
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