Save me, O God, for the waters have threatened my life. I have sunk in deep mire, and there is no foothold; I have come into deep waters, and a flood overflows me. I am weary with my crying; my throat is parched; my eyes fail while I wait for my God.
-Psalm 69:1-3
Darkness slowly settles across the pacific coast. The hills resist giving up their last bit of warmth, but grudgingly succumb to another days end.
One lonely soul stands, facing the indelible image of the sea in all her beauty. Fresh tears mingled with sea spray leave salt deposits on her rosy cheeks.
Her eyes match the sea's hue and for an instant it seems as though they have become two orbs, mirroring the depths. The water calls to her. It wails and moans for her return.
As she wades into the shallows she hears a distant voice, calling, ever calling her name. Numb from the icy-cold water, she struggles to raise herself up to answer. She gasps for air, instead a wave drowns her cry and shoves her downward, ever downward.
Her world spins, no hope is left. She submits to the will of the waves that buffet and toss her about. But suddenly, a hand shoots down through the water! With a giant heave, she is hoisted clear out of the water, into the bottom of a small fishing boat.
Lying there, weak and vulnerable, she gazes up at her savior. His eyes rage with the same passion of the sea, but they radiate kindness and love. He pauses, and then, with tears of his own gushing down his face, says, "my child, you are safe. Though the waters threatened to overwhelm you, I was faithful and fished you out of a sea of misery and despair. Find your rest in me."
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