The Worth Of Knowing

I feel like I’m tossing in unpredictable waves, but that’s not where I turn my attention.

I close my eyes.

In my minds eye I see him there, sleeping peacefully in the stern.

During other stormy seasons I’ve cried out, “Don’t you care?” as the disciples did. Or “How can you, a pure God, let chaos reign?” like Habakkuk cried. Or “Who will save me from this harsh God?” as Job weeped.

Today, I gaze at him and, though my footing feels unstable, I don’t feel abandoned or uncared for.

Though I have become prideful and angry, he’s never left me.

Though I have become distracted and lost sight of him, he’s never forgotten or ignored me.

So I

lie

down

at

his feet.

My whole body exhales.

As the waves continue to toss I notice the nail scars on his feet. Tears well up in my eyes. I reach out and gently touch them, tracing my finger around the undeniable proof of his faithful love for me.

I open my eyes.

The proverbial waves still feel unpredictable, but my soul is calmed at my Savior’s feet.