The High Dive
I love the story of Peter walking on water. And yet, if I am honest it scares me. I feel the boat tossing and the waves crashing and yet I continue to bury myself in a life that requires little faith. Now, I do not mean that I do not have faith. I trust in Christ completly for my salvation. But as of recently I am afraid that my faith has become anemic. I have been wrestling with this for months now. I feel like a child on a diving board with his toes curled over the edge fearful of the leap. It reminds me of trying to jump off the high dive at Perry High School. So many times I would ascend that incredibly long ladder. I would at times creep to the edge. I would stare down into the deep blue while my stomach rose to my throat and my whole body broke into a cold sweat. I wanted to jump in but fear would grip me. Then I would shrink back and descend the ladder as quickly as I could. I don't even remember how many times that senario played out. Were my fears jus...