I’ve been through the fire, you said. I’ve tasted the salts of the deepest mines. I’ve doubted and fallen below the surface of the waters. I’ve been washed by the cold and by the sea. All of my fears were brought out by the storms, exposed in the flashes of light that shook the night. Yet you never wavered and you never faltered. You gaze never broke and your faith never buckled. You continued pursuing that most wondrous of ends. There is nothing that could weaken your resolve to see this cause to its end. Your eyes are on the salvation of all men. My salvation.
You lifted me above the water that night. You stood me upright and looked with such depth into my heart. You saw the truth that was hidden behind the walls. You pointed once again to the edge of the horizon. The sun stood there, just minutes above the water. You looked at me with compassion and asked why I doubted. Had it ever withheld before? Had the night ever gone beyond the bounds set in place by the creator? The storms were only temporary, you marveled, and nothing could touch us that was not for our good or for the mighty purposes of heaven. The storm, you added, was not for us, but was to reveal the might of the Mighty. We were but observers in the midst. We were witnesses to the greatness of the Greatest. If it was not for us, you praised, then it had no power to crush us. You danced atop the waves and shouted for me to follow. Onward to the sun, you laughed. This is a wonderful day.
Though I was faithless and fell, you remained faithful and it was by your might that you brought me back above the deep. You’re beloved above all kings, commander of storms, and maker of the very waves we stood upon. When you ask why I doubted, I truly cannot answer. For I have no idea.