The rough wood sways beneath Kefira’s feet, slowly and rhythmically. She squeezes her eyes shut as a plume of water sprays her face. Laughing, she wipes her eyes and breathes in deeply. The ripe scent of almond and cherry blossoms penetrate the air.
The wind’s whispers echo across the waves. She smiles and dips her hand into the water. Pure and warm, the colour of sea is vibrant. She has known this place for as long as she can remember. As a little girl, her parents took her to it.
When she grew older, she waded in it with her friends. As time passed, many lost interest and went inland. Most told her she should move on too.
But their dissuasion never settled in her soul. Something great was waiting beyond the safety of the shallow waters. This morning she bartered with a fisherman, scored a boat and let the wind take her to deep water. As frightening as it was, she had to know if the stories are true.
Kefira glances back. Clusters of people inhabit the beach. Some are frying their morning catch, others watching the waves absentmindedly, some wander the sand.
The longing apparent in their dull gazes. Two of her closest friends wave at her from the beach. She smiles and returns their greeting.
Everything in Kefira wants to walk from conformity and onto the water. Few agreed the stories were true, but the Creator letters told her otherwise. Still, despite the faith she held onto for years, she has her doubts.
What if I drown?
Kefira sets one foot on the waves, keeping her hands on a portion of the wooden frame. Sweat starts pooling in her armpits. If she failed would those watching abandon the Creator?
Would she prove the Creator to be nothing more than a liar? The thoughts twisted her stomach into knots as another plume of mist sprays her face.
But how else will I know?
She wipes her eyes, places her other foot on the water and releases the beam. Whoosh! A giant wave raises itself next to her. She looks up to see another crash into her. Water, bubbles, panic. Kefira tumbles through the air and into the bowels of the deep. There is no up or down, only the whooshing of powerful waters.
Kefira can’t hold her breath any longer. She opens her mouth. If water filled her lungs, it’s okay. She can’t live her life like everyone else, doing the same things day in and out, never seeking adventure. The water falls releases her.
A beam of light warms her skin. She hastily wipes her eyes and looks for the boat beneath her. It isn’t there. All she sees are the dancing colours of the sea, sparkling underneath her feet.
Panic grips her until she realizes what she’s doing. Joy overwhelms her. She stands on the pulsing waves, slowly. Trails of water drip from her dress.
A loud whistles pierces the air. She spins and sees what she couldn’t before. A man in white is standing on the bow of her boat, watching her. His smile wide, His arms spread. Even from a distance, His eyes the color of the ocean, filled with the strength of joy.
She runs to Him, the man she has heard of but never met. It’s as though she’s known Him her whole life as she throws her arms around His neck. He picks her up and swings her.
As He looks at Kefira, her breath is taken. Those eyes are unlike anything she had ever seen. Multifaceted in colour and dimension, they contain worlds.
They are aware of everything and they see deep within her. She is the ocean. He is the explorer. He searches like He doesn’t know it all already.
Her heart feels like it will explode. It’s true. She is known and so loved. She knew the stories weren’t myths. The Creator was real.
He wanted her to step past fear of the unknown and into faith. This is only the beginning of the greatest adventure ever told. Kefira looks up at Him and grins wide.
God desperately desires a relationship with you. He LONGS to spend time with you.
Sometimes taking the leap into the unknown is scary.
Sometimes we let our busy schedules, fear and the unknown justify the fact that we have no time.
Today I want to address the busy schedule excuse.
I get it. You have work, maybe some kids and husband and a pretentious pet iguana named Lizzie. True, but no matter how small the amount of time, those moments you spend with the Creator are so important for those interested in learning to love themselves.
Did you catch that?
Time with Jesus = changes your lens and your perspective of yourself.
Here’s why: when we know the Giver of truth and His crazy love for us, we aren’t as hesitant to believe truth about our beauty and identity.
When we are armed with the truth about who we are… well… hell, watch out.
Over the years, these tips have made a massive difference in how I approach time with God… I hope they do the same for you:
- Make my time intentional and known to all. My husband knows not to come in my room because I make it known to him. “Jesus time now! Please don’t bug me. Love you.”
- Make it a habit. If you do it enough times, it starts to become a part of who you are.
- Go for a walk. If the house is crazy noisy and work is piling up around you, take a fifteen minute walk.
- Realize, there’s no formula. You can’t screw up talking to God.
- Realize He is listening. No matter what you say. He’s hungry to hear you speak to Him.
- Remember, He isn’t lying when He says “those who seek me will find me.” Jeremiah 29:13. So take the plunge and discover.
With much love and until the next blog,