His voice says, “Come.” He is always telling us to move forward, to take that step, to devote ourselves to service.
“Lord, if it is You, command me to come to You upon the water.”
My heart quakes within me. Perhaps it isn’t Him. Then I will not have to go, to step out, to change. I won’t have to take the next biggest leap of my life.
“Come,” He says.
It is Him, then. It is not the voice of my imagination, the sirens in my mind, or the lure of external evils. No, it is really Him, and His voice is the breath of peace.
“Come.” The first step is always the most difficult—a truth I learned while ziplining in the mountains. (Who knew high adventure sports could teach so much about the spiritual life?) The first step is always the hardest, and many steps follow it. This makes me shrink back.
“Come.” His hand is outstretched and, reaching out for it, I hurl myself into the roaring sea.