I’m floating in a sea,
surrounded by debris and wreckage.
The wreckage of this broken world;
the wreckage of my life.
unable to clearly see the horizon
for all the wreckage.
I search the horizon for Jesus.
I look for Father God.
I know they are here;
something inside me feels their presence.
But the wreckage crowds my view.
Without God, there is only wreckage.
And finally, the wreckage breaks up.
And God opens a way, from Him to me.
And now He’s here;
His Spirit is within me, floating here with me.
And the wreckage pulls away from God,
unable to touch Him.
With the Spirit of God and Jesus within me,
the wreckage of my life floats off,
and I feel peace.
This is a typical morning for me, quietly sitting with coffee mug in hand, surrounded by the wreckage that fills my mind. And then God appears. Oh Lord! Dear Jesus! I love you as much as I am able. And I live because you live within me.