My Lord,
I find myself here, on this road that seems abandoned and forsaken. You have led me down to Your narrow path of righteousness, away from the paths that were comfortable and known for me, and the paths were I enjoyed company. And now I am learning to be alone without being alone. I am learning to be strong when I am weak, and to experience joy at my pain. I am learning to run with You, my God.
And Father, as I started to run, I made an effort to be aware of my surroundings. The unleveled terrain, the loose gravel, the tripping stones, potential dangers, and I planned accordingly.
I tripped, Lord. I fell, Father. I am bleeding, my God.
How much easier was it to run on the path that I was used to! The one that hundreds of runners ran before me! My strength has failed me; my own knowledge has been proven to be foolish.
But in spite of it all, this is where I must be. You have called me here; You have led me here.
And Peter answered Him and said, “Lord, if it is You, command me to come to You on the water.”
So He said, “Come.” And when Peter had come down out of the boat, he walked on the water to go to Jesus.
God, I want to follow you. I want to walk in your narrow path. I want to run this good race. I wan to have bigger faith. I want to hear You more clearly. I want to be used by You. Send me out; I will go. Make me more like Jesus. Conform my will to yours. Make me stronger, wiser, better.
All right here I go... I can do this. Just point me in the right direction. I have everything I need, God. I got this.
But when he saw that the wind was boisterous, he was afraid; and beginning to sink...
Plan B. Then Plan C, D, E, F, G... Where am I? What am I doing? Where am I even going? Why am I here? I can't do this... Help me God.
he cried out, saying, “Lord, save me!”
My Lord, when were You removed from the notion of "walking with You?" When was Your strength deemed unnecessary? When were You not enough? When did I forget Psalms 73:25? When did prayer become the last resort, instead of the most potent weapon? When did my non-existant righteousness become my shield in place of my salvation which comes You and only You?
And immediately Jesus stretched out His hand and caught him, and said to him, “O you of little faith, why did you doubt?” And when they got into the boat, the wind ceased.
Keep me on Your narrow path, my God; this path that is so little travelled. Be my strength, God. Make me weak, so that You would show Yourself strong. Break me, so that Your light can shine through this jar of clay. Remind me that I am dust, and remind the price You paid... a price beyond what I could ever afford. I am not forsaken, not forgotten. Though this road may be painful, it is the safest road I can be on. You are before me, behind me, all around me. You break my bones so that I could never leave Your side. You heal my brokenness so that I could see You as my provider. You show me weakness so that I can utterly depend on Your strength. I need you... like oxygen... and that's where You want me... And can there be a better place? Never. Who else can I be vulnerable with but the one that loves me to death.... Literally...
In my distress I called upon the Lord,
And cried out to my God;
He heard my voice from His temple,
And my cry came before Him, even to His ears.