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“You’ve been here the whole time!�� I could see it clearly.��
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The calm, glowing One smiled, and all of a sudden, I knew. It hadn’t been fear telling me not to get on the boat, scaring me away from the fun. It was Jesus trying to spare me the agony of this trip because . . . because He loves me? Yes, He loves me!��
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And there I’d stood, as if I’d had my hand on His chest, pushing Him away.��What was I doing?��Seeing Him now, I realized we’d been stuck in this pose a long time. I hadn’t wanted Him to go in case I needed Him, but I hadn’t wanted Him to come inside and control me.��
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Ever so patiently—suspended in time, but oh-so-very present—Jesus held out His hand and invited me to dance.��
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“Yes,�� I yielded, and something so much more peaceful than peace settled inside even though the storm still raged, and the circumstances hadn’t budged. “Let’s dance.”��
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Embraced in His arms, I fell asleep—even in the midst of those crazy waves.��”