Walking on Air

I was fighting fear.

I’d had a plan, a vision. I was confident all was moving forward. 

Until, it wasn’t.

A voice in my head was saying none of it was real.  The voice declared that I was walking on air, soon to have a major fall.  It said everyone would see my destruction and walk away.  

“You’re walking on air!” was repeated continually.  

I was expected at a friend’s house that evening, but wanted to crawl in a hole instead.  Rallying my remaining strength (fighting fear is exhausting) I resolved to visit my friend.  

I suppose driving distracted my dark thoughts just enough to allow a tiny ray of hope.  A picture of Peter walking on water flashed in my mind.  Peter fell only when he focused on the circumstances around him.*

Hope flooded my soul.  Peter was walking on the solidity of Jesus’ word, “Come.”  The very thing that would have drowned him had to support him because of Jesus' word and Peter's belief in it.  He had faith in Jesus’ proven authority.  So did I!

The plan I’d had was God given.  Even if the substance I was walking on appeared to everyone else to be air, I knew that I was strutting on solid rock.  Others were welcome to watch and wonder.  My eyes were focused on God alone.

I do walk on air, far above fear!

I love this life.

* Matthew 14:25-30 (CEV)
25 A little while before morning, Jesus came walking on the water toward his disciples. 
26 When they saw him, they thought he was a ghost. They were terrified and started screaming.
27 At once, Jesus said to them, “Don’t worry! I am Jesus. Don’t be afraid.”
28 Peter replied, “Lord, if it is really you, tell me to come to you on the water.”
29 “Come on!” Jesus said. Peter then got out of the boat and started walking on the water toward him.
30 But when Peter saw how strong the wind was, he was afraid and started sinking. “Save me, Lord!” he shouted.