“Father, I am underwater, ready to fill my lungs and ready to breath deeply in. I await your hand upon me to lift me up and carry me upon the surface. Yet it is not time for me to walk atop the waves, instead you have me suspended above the deep, safely protected from the predators that roam beneath me and the tempests that wage above me. In your kindness you’ve shown me light. In your grace you’ve shown me tranquility. In your power you’ve shown me stability. You have surrounded me with a thousand upon a thousand to call me their confident and their friend. Though I may be underneath, you are above, calming the storms and preparing the path. I await, with my breath held tightly for the moment you pluck me from below and restore everything to me. Give me the patience to not be driven by desperation and physical pain. Grant me wisdom to be still though my body revolts against the submission I have forced upon it in your name. Grant me the faith to know with utter certainty that you will pull me when the time is right, yet not before. Whisper again your instructions in my ear. Whisper again your name for me, not because you need to, but because I am your son and I long to hear your voice. Father, I know you are near. You are always near. I cannot pull my self from the waves. I wait upon you to save me. I wait upon you to heal me. I wait upon you to restore me.”
