I remember thinking I could walk on water as Jesus did. As a little girl at our family cottage in Ontario, Canada, I would stand down at the dock, stare at the expanse of lake surrounding me and imagine hitting the water just lightly enough that perhaps my feet would not penetrate.
Fast forward 20 years and I am telling Micah the story of Jesus walking on water as my son begrudgingly eats his lunch…not so easy to feed him. Never has been. This story comes to mind and I try to distract my son from hating the edible “task” before him. His eyes become wide as saucers when I explain with as much expression as I can muster the terror the disciples felt caught in the raging storm on the Sea of Galilee, their boat being tossed about on the waves. I tell him Jesus suddenly appeared to the 12 men, walking on the water and he perks up even more because he recognizes the name of Jesus, even now associating it with his own child’s bible. Jesus who came to save the day…whose only requirement of the apostle Peter was that he trust Him and he too could walk on the water. When that trust quickly waned, so Peter’s feet sank.
Telling this story to Micah, playing it in my mind and looking at illustrations leaves me in awe. Honestly…can you imagine what it must have been like for the disciples to see Jesus above the waves? The bible says they thought they were seeing a ghost…it must have been quite terrifying really. Comforting ultimately but at first, terrifying!
The savior of this world sure acts in mysterious ways sometimes and awesome ways always. I’m thankful I serve one so much greater and higher than I!