Voice
I stepped into the water, sure of your calling voice. That water, so black and roiling, it took my breath away. I looked you full in the face and put one leg over the side of the boat and placed my foot on the surface tension of the water. Waves staining the leg of my jeans. I stand up on the water, leaning into the wind. But that seems like a long ago yesterday. I want to find myself in your voice once again. To know the pure joy of just being in your presence. To want to want to seek you and to know and be known by you. I don't want to look back on the days of my life and try to recreate my victories. I want new victories and stories to tell of how you're saving my day and redeeming my life. But I will stop apologizing for being in this place again. Instead of looking at this faltering as my failing, I'll look at is as a way of moving from one place of comfort to another limitless expanse of who You are- of who I am. You, beautiful and wild, leading me fr