This is the beautiful and wrenching season.
This is the sweet and terrifying season.
He won’t silence the winds.
There I see Him walking on waves that frighten me to my
core.
His hand with its bright scar reaches for me most gently,
most tenderly.
The slosh of water beneath my feet –
This water should never have been able to carry me.
But here I am, wading, swishing timidly through this
soul-storm
Into the sea where I know not the depths below,
Nor can I see the sky above.
All I can see are those eyes –
The eyes of the Kindest One I know.
By Samantha Lindholm
October 27, 2013
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