We stood on the shore and watched as kite surfers skimmed across the waves at exhilarating speed. The wind was gusty and strong as the four surfers crisscrossed on the surface of the water.
They needed impressive strength to be able to steer the ropes connecting them to the canopy sails above, in order to avoid one another, and also to head back out on the waves each time they approached the shoreline.
Occasionally one would catch the wind in such a way as to be lifted right off the water and fly through the air before descending back to the surface of the waves.
Peter answered Jesus' invitation to walk on the water. It was gusty and wild on the Sea of Galilee when he stepped out of the boat and headed over the surface of the deep, focused on the Lord. It must have been exhilarating for him, until he let the wind and waves distract him from his focus, and he started to sink.
I have been distracted overnight, leading to sleeplessness as I focused on anxieties rather than on the Lord. Sometimes the wind is so strong that it's tough to stay focused on Jesus. I am encouraged that when Peter called out to Jesus for help, the Lord immediately reached out and took him into the safety of the boat, and the storm ceased.
A California girl from a hot beach city marries a country loon from the cold northeast of Scotland, and she's spent the last three decades making sense out of life there. Reflections on a rural lifestyle, on identity issues and the challenges of moving so far from home,from a Christian viewpoint.
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