I continue jogging and start to cry. I feel the tension release, I know what I have seen and I know it is love. Why does he love me so much? I start to share my feelings out loud, “Thank you Lord for caring so much. Thank you for being willing to meet me wherever I am physically and emotionally. Thank you for giving me a visual welcome right when my faith is beginning to falter. You love me, and you let me know it, you don’t make me choose to just feel it, you went out of your way to show me. Thank you.” I am feeling better, enjoying the morning breeze, taking in the moment.
As I continue jogging I continue the conversation with our Lord. The shrimp boat is getting larger and larger. I am approaching it and my jog morphs into a run. I start to apologize, “God, I am sorry my faith is so weak. I am sorry I need physical reminders of your love. I know you have followers who don’t grow weary as I do and whom never deny your presence. I am thankful for such Christians Lord. I am sorry I am not one and I thank you for accepting me as I am. I needed to SEE you today and you came. Thank you.”
Right then as I finish my apology I am moving past the ship filling myself with the strength and power provided to me only from a Lord who always has my back. Then I see it. Way out on the horizon also at exactly at right angle is another shrimp boat, inviting smile, embracing robe and all. God is saying, “Don’t worry little girl, I am here, I do meet you where you are, …and I always will.“ I am wet. It is not sweat or mist. I am weeping.
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