I often imagine in moments of panic when I am desperately searching for peace that I am a sea turtle. I close my eyes and am embraced by the warm water. I can breathe underwater, because it is my nature. I am that turtle.
Sounds are no longer loud, but muted by the water's density. I am unencumbered by gravity and can float, flip over, swim forward or back, or dance the dance of the sea turtle. I feel nothing overwhelming, because it is all the same...soft and warm.
I can watch dolphins play or marvel at the endless colors of the ocean fish as they swim by. This is my playground, my oasis, my home.
And for that moment, I have peace. My panic has subsided and I am reminded what it feels like to be okay. God has whispered with an image that he is there. He is the warm water that surrounds me. He is the rainbow of fishes that swam by me. He is the playful dolphin that caught my attention long enough to forget that I was afraid.
Then I am me again and my world is once again, just fine.
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