The winds were picking up as I walked along the Pacific coastline. It was growing darker but I couldn’t tear myself away from the ocean, the smells, the sounds. Sea lions beckoned to each other, the haunting call of the gulls echoed off the cliff walls behind me. The sound that has always humbled and elated me, the crashing waves, kept me moving, thinking. Suddenly, a huge roller crashed and soaked me causing me to look up. The sky was angry and turbulent. The white caps rushed at me in violent, confused ranks. My surroundings were no longer friendly either, cliffs and jagged stones surrounded me. I was in trouble and the tide had risen to where there was no longer a safe haven to run to. All I could think of to do was run to the nearest cliff wall that afforded some protection from the waves and hope to ride out the storm. A wave hit me, knocking me to my knees. Pain shot through me and I saw that me legs were bloodied, my hands too from the rough stones I was trying to cross. Another wave hit me and pulled me back to the sea. I no longer cared where I was bleeding or what was hurting. I ran for the cliff, stumbling and struggling, grasping for handholds, sure footing. A new fear arose, if I made it near the cliff when a wave hit, I would be in greater danger from being smashed into it. But, if I didn’t get near it, I would be left to the turmoil of the ocean. I focused again on the opening I had been making for, time standing still. I flung myself into the cleft just as a fifteen foot wave dashed itself against me. I held on as the water once again tried to pull me back. I was safe.
I awoke from this dream, this vision of my life. It hadn’t been real and yet it seemed that it was my everyday existence. One minute blithely unaware of the path I was on, the trouble building up around me. The next minute fighting for my life against a force so overwhelming I could not win. My only safety was the presence of my God that for all I could see would cause me more harm than good. But only when I came to realize that my choices were between the deaths I might experience, open sea or crushed against rocks. Did I choose to risk the rocks, THE ROCK, that could save me. And all I could really do was get to Him and hang on.
All I really can do, even now, is hang on to Him.
He’ll save me. He’ll save you.