“And when they were come into the ship, the wind ceased.” Matthew 14:32 KJV

Adventuring along the narrow path,
I run into a roadblock obscuring the way.
Here I am, stuck…
with a string.

This string of faith
(beat up and knotted)
(what else am I supposed to do
with anxious thinking hands?)

“But when he [Peter] saw the wind boisterous, he was afraid; and beginning to sink, he cried, saying, ‘Lord, save me.’” Matthew 14:30 KJV

Even worn, this God-gifted faith string radiates power.
“Lord, save me!” I cry, having nothing left to do but to
bind that roadblock with my gnarled string,
heaving and praying with all my frail might.

As I hear it strain, the string stretches taunt,
but it holds as each doubt-chased moment passes.
Steady hands wrap around my failing own.
Then the mountain moves.

“And immediately Jesus stretched forth His hand, and caught him, and said unto him, ‘O thou of little faith, wherefore didst thou doubt?’” Matthew 14:31 KJV

Yet another after another, roadblocks appear.
I grow weary in this journey.
My nerves and string are frayed.
There is nothing left to do but to close my eyes and pray.

Tied for the strangest thing about this string…
is when I look away from the wreckage…
God transforms those frayed ends.
And when I look back…

The string and I are both stronger than before.

“And He said, ‘Come.’ And when Peter was come down out of the ship, he walked on the water, to go to Jesus.” Matthew 14:29 KJV