At the Shore

It’s cold. It’s wet, deep, and wide, too. I can’t cross alone. I need help. Who’ll help me? What’s it like on the other side? How can I cross? What if I get tired? I wonder if I can help someone else cross?

Dear Lord Jesus, don’t let me get distracted by the stormy conditions. Circumstances have a way of taking my attention off you. Hold my hand. Don’t let me go. I can’t walk on this stormy water without you.