Run to Jesus

Standing on the shore, the breeze wasing my face in salty freshness, I gaze and imagine. If Jesus were out there walking on the deep azure water, the waves rolling around his ankles, and he called my name, would I come? Would I have faith to trust his might, to step foot atop the sea? Would I trust not in my own strength to hold me up, but in the power of the one who created my and the ocean? The salty water licks my feet as I edge closer to the water. I take a breath. I trust. I step. Holding me up through the waves around me, He lovingly sustains my every move. Fearless, I run to Jesus.