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Friday, 01 November 2013 14:27


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It’s a dark and stormy night at sea.  I’m on a sailboat not meant to be in rough waters like this.  One high wave too many hits the boat and I’m knocked overboard.  The rain is pouring down around me as I struggle to stay above the surface of the water.  It’s icy cold and the waves keep pounding me under again and again, forcing more of the freezing, salty liquid into my already burning lungs.  I finally break the surface and scream as loud as I can to my husband Jeremy, who is still on the boat.  He tosses me a life raft, but it is just out of my reach.  He pulls it back to the boat, looks at me and then turns and walks away, leaving me to drown or survive on my own.  I’m all alone in the sea of emptiness and despair.  The boat is getting further and further away.  I can barely make it out and can only catch a glimpse of it when the lightning strikes.  Suddenly, it is gone, and another black wave devours me and pulls me under.  This time, I don’t fight it.  I stay under and let the coldness and pain consume me.  No one cares if I live or die so why should I?  The cold embrace of nothingness begins to creep into my body.  I feel weightless, sinking in the ocean I used to love, but now am dying in.  I feel so weightless now I think I’m floating.  Wait, not floating, being pulled above the water.  A hand has me and is pulling me out of the sea.  I’m standing on the water now and I look up and all the pain, cold and fear dissolves.  He has me.  I am not alone.  Things in this world may reject me, but not Him.  He was rejected more than any other person that has ever lived.  Suffered unimaginably.  And yet still pulls me out of the depths to tell me I am worth saving, I am worth dying for, I am special, unique and loved unconditionally.  The sea falls away, the rain stops and I’m standing on a beach in front of a calm ocean at sunrise.  The air is crisp, clean and fresh and it fills my lungs with the breath of life.  Jesus stands there, holding my hand and says that no matter what this world has in store for me, I am NEVER alone.  I am worthy, I am strong, I am awesome and I can get through this because He is with me!

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  • Comment Link Janelle Peters Monday, 23 May 2016 01:37 posted by Janelle Peters


  • Comment Link Julie Turek Tuesday, 31 December 2013 07:41 posted by Julie Turek

    I could have written the first half of this piece. (Of course with my own cast of characters inserted) I do not believe in any religion, and wasn't raised with Christianity in any form. My ending would be something like I do doggie kicks (or froggie ones?) because no one even notices I am off the boat. I keep kicking because I have a child. (Who is an adult and barely notices me drowning, anyway.) I guess I have some days that don't totally suck, and I keep kicking for those few days. Plus, being an atheist, I guess this is it. No better place to go to someday. Got to figure out how to make myself happy, and I work on that while kicking.

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