A Conversation Along the Mediterranean

He said, “Walk with Me.”

                So I did.

My feet left a pattern of soft, crunchy indentations along the slick sand.

Fireworks ignited in the distance.

                Then it was quiet.

Nothing, just the sound of foamy waves crashing on the shore, leaving behind a trail of broken shells.

                The sound echoed the torrent swirling within me, disquieting the heart.

“Be still, My love, and have faith. As I calmed the Sea of Galilee, I will calm the storm within you.

So I stopped and offered to Him my tired and ragged heart.

“My grace is sufficient,” He said. “My love for you runs deep.

                “I will cover your wounds and your fears and leave you wanting nothing, fearing nothing.

“Have faith, My love, and trust in Me.”

 “Walk with Me,” He said.

                So I did.