Letters For My Savior

Ocean

O C E A N

This world was like an ocean.

When I was born, it felt like I was being thrown in the depth of raging liquid.

It seemed the purpose of my existence was to swim across this vast, sapphire body of water.

To see how far can I go.

No boat. No lifevest.

Just me. Paddling both arms and legs.

Trying to get afloat.

Trying not to sink.

Trying to keep my head above the waves.

I knew I can't do it. I have gone tired once or twice.

I stopped paddling because of exhaustion.

When I strived to float back up, I ended up draining my strength over and over again.

I found myself sinking deeper and deeper.

Something more powerful than gravity dragged me down.

I lost my breath.

I was drowning.

I wanted to swim back up, but I can no longer feel my body.

Realization hits me.

I was not meant to swim this ocean.

I was too weak to cross it, either.

The shore is too far out of my reach.

Nor can I see the end of the horizon.

And I thought I will never be.

Amidst the moment of drowning...

There, I saw Him, walking above the waters.

Waves can not tame Him.

He was unsinkable.

He took my hand, pulled me out of the cold depth.

He carried me like a bride, making way back to the shoreline.

He took me apart from the waves.

His feet were unfailing, moving above the ocean as He kept me in His arms, secured.

He saved me.

And made me unsinkable, too.

Unsinkable among the crashing waves.

Immovable against the violent waters.

Steady above the great blue unknown.

With Him.

I walk above the ocean.

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Soulful Warrior

SoulOfKristal