I open my eyes
It’s a brand new day.
I stare at the clock,
It clicks the hours, one at a time.
First one minute then the next,
I sit and stare at each of the numbers passing
Each one goes by so quickly, yet not at all.
And then I close my eyes.
I’m too cold to ever be warm again
Too empty to be full
Too tired to sit still
And much too awake to ever sleep.
So I just sit there and breathe.
Breathing in nothing
Just existing—not what I want to do.
Floating… in a sea of nothing.
The tide keeps rising.
I can’t fight it.
The waves crash so loudly.
And the tide is rising so quickly…
With each crashing wave,
The clock grows louder.
Pounding in my skull
I feel myself spinning through the noise
I can’t think…
I can’t breathe…
I am gone…
It’s so loud…
“Be Still.” A voice like thunder roars.
The wind and the waves obey that voice.
With two words, my storm quiets.
And the silence begins again.
I hear the flap of eagle wings over head
But other than that…
It is so quiet…
“Be still” the voice whispered in my storm.
And it was so quiet.
A powerful voice.
A strong voice.
With a breath of wind the voice continues.
“I know the hairs on your head.
And the trials you will face.
But my child, be still and know I am your defender.
I am your strong tower.
I am your protection.
I am your anchor of hope.
I am your Sovereign defender.”
“I am your anchor in the storm.”
I am the Lord over the tides.
I am the one who gives you each new breath.
I am sovereign over the waves.”
And with those words,
My alarm goes off
I wake up
And open my eyes
The clock is ticking
Each moment is precious
A precious moment.
Contemplating that dream…
A dream about my King.
He is sovereign over the wind and waves.
He is king over my storm.
He is LORD over the tides
He has a plan...