You promise me that You believe...

The beach is so enchanting. The heat of the sun mixing so well with the coolness of the water. The breeze brushing softly over the smooth surface of the sea. Birds standing around curiously, but seemingly minding their own business. This is just the medicine I've been needing. My day has been so full of nothing that I am actually able to hear God's voice much more clearly. I realized today that I've been simply sitting on the shoreline in my relationship with God. I've been giving so much of my life to my school, to my family, and even to my boyfriend, that with God I've been just wading along the sea foam and the washed-up shells. I've been barely getting my feet wet at all.
Today as I sat comfortably in knee-deep water, I became overwhelmed with a calling of sorts. I was lost in a daydream and I envisioned myself walking out into the waves, and while the water got deeper and deeper still, I never lost my footing. I got to a point where it no longer mattered if my feet were touching the ocean floor. It didn't matter to me how deep below me the waves could take me if I fell. I began to swim, all the while I kept glancing back to watch the coastline get smaller and smaller. I had no idea what was ahead of me, but I knew that behind me was somewhere familiar, somewhere comfortable. I knew that I could turn back at any second, but the ocean beckoned me further. I just kept swimming.
This is what I know I need to do. God has given me this opportunity to grow deeper in my relationship with Him than I ever have. Where I am now is comfortable, almost habitual. It’s time for me to take some risks. I am broken, that can be understood, but if I want God to reconstruct this shattered clay pot into something beautiful I have to move. If I stay where I am, I cannot grow. I have to dive into new territory, into dark waters, with the faith that God can do anything. He can.