I see Jesus. I leap from the boat and run towards Him. I don’t even realize that I’m walking on water, because in my mind there is only one thing. Him. No thoughts of unworthiness or past mistakes that have kept me from Him, because now, He’s right there. I reach Him, only then looking down at the water, and all I can do is laugh. He holds out His arms and He gives me a great big bear hug. His intense joy transfers from His body to mine, and all I can do is laugh and cry. You know when you hug someone and if you do it for too long it gets awkward? Well that doesn’t happen with Jesus- rest assured! I felt like I could hug Him all day long, and then some. We finally break it off, only to go right back into another hug. After this hug is over, He takes my hand and kisses it. Now this is when all the thoughts of unworthiness catch up to me. I start to sob. Here He is treating me like a princess, when I should be at His feet asking for mercy and forgiveness. I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve this. As He leads me back to the boat, I wonder when I’m going to wake up from this fairytale. I come to the terms with the fact that all I can do is accept it and be eternally grateful. So here I am back to laughing and crying, holding His hand, and I do a little dance. He follows, imitating my dance with such grace and joy, and then He throws His head back and lets out peals of laughter and it’s the most amazing sound you’ll hear. It makes my heart jump. It’s like He’s romancing me, wooing me, but not anything sensual about it. The only relationship I can get into words is like a father/child, bridegroom/bride, and friends all put together. He’s leading me back to the boat, never letting go of my hand. I cannot describe the feeling of joy and love that comes from His touch, and the one thing I know for sure is that I never want to let go.
Author: Africa | | by Adventures in Missions
