Thursday, May 27, 2021

Black Ocean

Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, Whom shall I send, and who will go for us? Then said I, Here am I; send me. And he said, Go, and tell this people, Hear ye indeed, but understand not; and see ye indeed, but perceive not.
Isaiah 6:8-9
The ending of me is the beginning of You.
Lance Gargus
In a dream I had, there is a ocean that is completely black. The water is stormy and turbulent. Waves crash against each other as the wind blows. A mist blows up each time the waves collide. Sometimes it's hard to tell where the water ends and the sky begins. With each billowing roll, another one rises to join the last one that subsided. The white foam of the water is the only thing that breaks up the ocean's blackness. There is just a small amount of light to make out in this ocean in peril. I am sure anyone observing this display of power couldn't tell up from down in the middle of the chaos.
Yet, there is a light watching this tug of war. It is one single eye in the place where the moon should be. This eye seems to be changing as it radiates some sort of glow. The look is intense and piercing. The eye does not waver in its omnipotent presence.
And so the dream ends.
The words,"Black Ocean," resounds in my head. I rub my eyes and try to wake from the sleep.
This dream could mean alot of interpetations, but the one I think that most fits is about me. Dreams are always personal, and God always uses them to reveal something to us. They may be shrouded in mystery for awhile and only fully understood at a later date.
Lord,
You may be calling me out in my dreams, as Your Spirit breathes. Reaching for the deepest hope in me and calling out for the things of eternity. But I'm just a man of dust and stains filled with sitbacks and failures and upset plans that test my faith and leave me with empty hands. Are You not the closest when its hardest to stand? I know You will finish what You began. And these broken parts, You will redeem.
I'm overwhelmed by the thought of my weakness, and the fear that I'll fail You in the end. Oh, in this mess I'm just one of the pieces. I can't put this together, but You can. Somehow my story of soul searching is part of Your plan. Make me courageness enough to one day say,"Here I am, Lord, send me," in the midst of the turbulent black sea of my life. Until then, may your watchful eye ever be on me.
Amen.
by
Lance Gargus
"The most important of life's battles is the one we fight daily in the silent chambers of the soul."

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