Matthew 13:1 (New
International Version)
The above verse goes on to
tell about the crowds surrounding Jesus, and how he got in a boat, from which
he began telling parables. I like the picture painted in this short verse,
though. I imagine Jesus sitting by the shore, watching the gently rolling
waves, waiting as people gathered, walking many miles from their homes.
I’ve written here before,
I’m sure, how much I love being on the shore of a lake, feeling the power in
the water, drawing peace and strength from those waves. I know that I really
can only acquire peace and strength from my Savior, Jesus Christ, but I see him
in the water and in the blue sky above it. I can sense him in the leaves and
pine needles of the trees outside as well. And even in the green beans and
slowly ripening tomatoes in my garden. And I hear him in the laughter of small children
and feel him in the warm, weathered hands of the elderly.
Yes, Jesus is my rock, and
that rock, in my head, is on the shore of a quiet lake as well as in everything
else around me.
Thank You, Lord, for being
with me everywhere. Amen.
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