The Sea

An Essay By Sarah Liz // 4/29/2016

I looked out at the vast sea before me. It was dark and foreboding, dangerous and cruel. My eyes traced the distant horizon, looking for anything—a leakage of light, a weak beam of the sun, a signal of hope. Straining, I saw nothing. The sea churned in a terrible, thunderous, and unearthly roar. It frightened me.

I turned and looked behind me. Surely there was a mistake. This is not how I had imagined my calling. But the road that snaked behind me, plain, unmistakable, and well-worn, was mine. My life’s journey—my calling—had led me here.

Slowly, I turned to face the sea once more. Incredulously, I blinked. Perhaps I was dreaming. Surely this was not my task. Surely it was for someone older, experienced, and wise. Not me.

But there was no mistake. So I stepped out, in faith alone.

God had called me to walk on the stormy sea—for Him, and for His glory.

Comments

This is beautiful. Thank you

This is beautiful. Thank you for sharing.

Damaris Ann | Wed, 05/04/2016

My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.
‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭55:8-9‬

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