The Wind and the Waves: my job, the writing itself, the future, finances, relationships, mini and major responsibilities.
The waves surround me and, in fact, make up the majority of my life: What are you going to wear to work this morning? You really need to lose weight and clean up this room. You can't find anything, and nothing fits anymore anyway. When are you going to fit in a walk? and stomach crunches? How are you going to write that article on the thrift stores? Do you have a creative approach? You're behind on thank-you letters. Think up a new way to say thank you! Your car is out of gas. Did you make an appointment for Izzy with her diabetes doctor? How about that lab work? That was supposed to be done weeks ago. What was her blood sugar last night? Did you ask? Have you filled out the financial aid paperwork for either of the two boys for next year? Do the kids have stuff for lunches? What are you getting your dad for Father's Day? How about your husband? Are your kids moving on that?
The water is lapping at my ankles. One look and down I go. Like Peter, if I do not keep my eyes on Jesus, I am sure to sink.
The remarkable part about this story, however, is that Peter did the impossible. Right along with Jesus. The waves were real. The threat of drowning was real. But still Peter stepped out of the boat. Jesus does not reprimand him for doing the reckless thing -- the crazy, wild, impossible thing. No, there is no rebuke for that bit; it is only after he reaches down and saves him that he questions why Peter doubted.
Peter was reckless, and Oswald encourages recklessness: "You will only realize His voice more clearly by recklessness." What does that mean for me?
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