Five Minute Friday!
Reach, reach out, reach in. Take my hand reaching to me - God You reach to me when I am on the boat, caught floating between the lilies, on the voyage, the voyage to Aslan's Home so I can find the Lion and hear Him roar... reach, reach to me help me land on the stone littered beach, free and safe within. Reach to me God, reach for me pull me out of the storm tossed sea.
Please wont you reach and pull me in, because sometimes it's just too stormy out here and all I can feel is the rocking ship within. Reach for me, pull me in help me point the compass in the right direction when Your Eyes I cannot see. Reaching in, I am reaching in for me but she seems to be a-shaking. The lilies seem nice, comforting as they drift along the sides of the boat. I point my compass upwards and see this is where I am going, straight upwards - that's where my focus needs to be. I am glad for the shifting, my boat is gliding along and I love it here, where the white lilies pull me to the shore where Your footprints are steady in the sand. Just now, I need to find you and while I run along the sand I am sure You are pursuing me instead of this pursuit of You. Because essentially that's always how it is isn't it - how You pursue me while I'm pursuing You. I would just like to ask you now that I've landed safely - if You could still reach for me and pull me back to You and back to me....