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Oceans

Tonight, I'm still.  My sweet boy is in bed, gently sleeping. My house is quite. Worship music is in my ears. And I weep before my Savior. I weep.

I weep and weep and weep.

How gentle he is tonight. How calm my spirit is at this moment. When I breathe, I feel his embrace. I feel his comfort in my moments of isolation.  I feel his security in my moments of fear.  I feel his protection in my moments of worry.  I feel his faithfulness in the moments I'm overtaken by the unknown.

Yes. Right now, my YES is to him and it speaks loudly.

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Ocean: the vast body of salt water that covers almost three fourths of the earth's surface.





The song I'm listening to is called Oceans, by Hillsong. Wow. It puts me on my face worshiping my Savior.  When I think about the ocean, the first word that comes to mind is "the unknown". To be honest, I'm actually afraid of the ocean... Yep, I said it. Afraid of the ocean.  Of course I'm not afraid of being on a boat looking AT the ocean, but the thought of diving in, and going deep deep down... yea that scares me.  And that is what covers almost 3/4ths of the earth's surface. Dang.

And the neatest part is, I know the Lord has called me there.

Out to the middle of the ocean, where my feet may fail to hold me up, where the oceans are deep, and the waves rise and fall. He's called me to the unknown.  Being a teacher was unknown. Living in a big city like Dallas/Ft. Worth was unknown. Moving to Zambia alone was unknown.  Being a single mom to my 4 year old adopted son is unknown. 

What's the best part about each of those unknowns? 

He met me there. 

I found/and continue to find him in the mystery of it all. My faith stands stronger and stronger as he calls me in deeper and deeper waters. My soul literally rests in his embrace. My heart is calm. I'm not stressed or scared when I swim deeper. When the waves rise, my soul continues to rest. Why?

Because I am His, and He is mine.

He holds me with his Sovereign hand. His Spirit leads me as a walk upon these waters. I even find myself asking him to take me deeper. ME... asking HIM to TAKE ME DEEPER into the vast, dark, unknown waters? Yes. I do. I ask him every single day to walk me deeper and deeper into his realms of glory. And you know what? 

He's doing it.

And in doing that, my faith is getting stronger.  It's growing more than I ever imagined it to grow. I believe that even in an IMPOSSIBLE situation, HE can make it possible.

I am His, and HE is mine.


Oceans (Where my feet my fail) by Hillson United

You call me upon the waters.
The great unknown, where feet may fail.
And there I find You in the mystery.
In oceans deep
My faith will stand.

And I will call upon your name.
And keep my eyes above the waves
When oceans rise
My soul will rest in your embrace
For I am Yours, and You are mine.

Your grace abounds in deepest waters.
Your sovereign hand will be my guide.
My feet may fail and fear surrounds me.
You’ve never failed and you won’t stop now.

So I will call upon your name.
And keep my eyes above the waves
When oceans rise
My soul will rest in your embrace
For I am Yours. And You are mine.

Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders.
Let me walk upon the waters
Wherever you would call me.
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander
And my faith would be made stronger
In the presence of my Savior.

I will call upon Your Name
Keep my eyes above the waves
My soul will rest in Your embrace
I am Yours and You are mine.

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