It’s Your touch I crave this morning Jesus. "Come, walk along the beach with Me," He invites. The sand is so warm under my feet. It is slightly soft as my toes sink in; since childhood I’ve loved that feeling. Its one of Your gifts, Jesus~ a sandy beach, a warm sun, a slight breeze, a perfect day. I breathe in deeply of the salty air and closing my eyes I feel content. Jesus, as I enjoy the physical sensations, my mind seeks You. What are Your thoughts today? You did not bring me here to just enjoy these gifts.
“Look around you Mary; what do you see?”, asks Jesus. Searching for some deep meaning, but seeing only with my eyes, I respond, "There is a long beach in back and in front framed by tropical trees; there is blue/green slightly rippled water as far as my eye can see. There are a few clouds on the horizon; the sky is a lovely azure color. And You; I see You here beside me. There are no other people on this beach that I can see.
Suddenly, I am not content. I could not go on and on in this quiet place no matter how idyllic. "It is essential to have quiet times in Your presence, Jesus, but You created me for more. You put a warrior spirit within me; and there’s an enemy to fight and beloved people to reach with the truth."
19 Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations,
baptizing them in the name of the Father
and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit,
20 teaching them to observe all things
that I have commanded you;
and lo, I am with you always,
even to the end of the age.” Amen
While we were talking dark clouds have assembled and the ripples have become angry waves marching towards me on the beach. Breeze has grown into forceful gales. A hurricane is brewing. There is nowhere to escape, and I don’t see Jesus!
Isaiah 41:10 (AMP)
Fear not [there is nothing to fear],
for I am with you;
do not look around you in terror
and be dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen and harden you to difficulties,
yes, I will help you; yes,
I will hold you up and retain you
with My [victorious] right hand of rightness and justice
Jesus, though I cannot see You physically, You promised to never leave me; so I know You are here, and I can stand with shoulders and head back, letting the wind bring Your power into me. For Your Holy Spirit is in me. He who controls the winds and the sea indwells me. There is no need to fear. I am getting stronger.
Does it seem sometimes that Jesus has disappeared when your storms hit?