The Fish, The Net, And The Water

I often feel that I am standing at the edge of a cliff looking over a dark abyss below. My curiosity wonders what could be down there, but my fear keeps me from moving. About that time I imagine God pushing me over the edge and saying: “There are some things that you cannot be taught - They can only be “discovered” through experience. As I fall flailing in terror, God somehow begins to move my arms, legs, and body in such a way that I come to a less than catastrophic landing. Looking out – All I see is darkness. After awhile the ”Son” begins to lighten this space. Images, people, and shapes start to appear to me. Somehow I feel I am like a paintbrush in the hand of God. Coloring and sketching images on a dark canvas before me. I am in Awe and Wonder of the Majesty being painted. Occasionally, I allow the brush to slip from God’s hand, and paint dribbles on the painting Then, when I allow God’s grip to hold me more securely, He turns my mess into His message. I feel overwhelmed with Blessings and Grace knowing that God is using me as a vehicle for part of his creation.