Just now I was reflecting on this nice photo of me at the pier at a local waterfront and the uncomfortable memory that is attached to it. I had started writing about it and you know what? It seemed as though I was reading back a general encompassing story of what it’s like being a Christian who strives after God, but becomes frightened when disaster or confusion strikes. Or even when [I] become forgetful of the almighty power of God’s REAL presence and hand in [my] individual [life]. It reminded me of the wide variety of problems we face as believers and human beings; the way we should respond, and the way we sometimes choose the wrong response.
Here’s what I wrote. Find the double entendre:
I became stuck. Not because I had an obstacle blocking the way, but because the location made my head spin. The waves gently licked the narrow walkway as I stood unmoving. I couldn’t turn, I couldn’t go forward, and there was no way I was going to exit backwards. I felt heavy and a bit shaky. I waited for my friend to come running back, but her return was slow. I needed a helping hand but I didn’t want to yell out for help.
…Sound familiar?
Thoughts of Another Creation 