walking in moon light
So I got out of the boat. I stepped onto cold water and into a dark empty night.
The sea was dark. The sky was dark. And nobody was about.
It was a while before the stars and the moon came out.
Beautiful moment of the night. Their beauty filling my heart, delighting my soul,
bringing back a twinkle in my eye.
At first I thought that that twinkle was a reflection of the twinkle in the stars, but I
later discovered it was the twinkle from my own eyes. We are alive and we have a song.
The night is moving on. We all know that after a night comes a day. I know soon the sun will be coming out. So what do I do? Do I turn my back on the moon and set my eyes on the other side, searching for the sun?
No.
I choose to enjoy the moon light.
I choose to enjoy the last quiet moments of a long night.
I choose to walk on the path the moon's light has drawn upon the still ocean waters.
Jesus walks with me.
I smile at Him. I have never walked on waters in the moon light before.
A moment that must be enjoyed to the most.
We walk down in silence at first, just enjoying, just savouring the moment, just letting it sink in
Then He splashes me with some water. I react and splash Him back.
We are just so happy to be together again.
Our laughter fills the night.
We continue our walk, once more in silence. So much on our thoughts.
So much gone through. Memories rush by.
My being on the boat. God saying I could not walk on waters. Stay on the boat.
I look away. I do not want Him to notice the tear in my eye.
I wipe it away pretending it was the sliding salty water from my hair.
Then reality hits me again...salty water! I am walking on water again!
I turn and look at Him. My smile is big. His is bigger.
We talk with our eyes. It has been a long, hard time. But it is past.
We hold hands, and give each other a hug.
No need for words. We know what is in each others heart.
Jesus and I. A lifetime friendship...gone through so much. Jesus and I.
Our heart fills with joy. We must celebrate! So we stand apart and with our eyes
we agree to give Father a surprise...and we start to dance.
We dance on the water in the moon's light.
Jesus and I for Father's delight.
No music to follow, just the beat of our hearts.
For Father's delight.
When I have to stop, I lean to get some water and splah it on my face.
Then I hear HIS voice, The Father's voice..."Hey, you two can I have a word?"
I look up my eyes big and round with the surprise.
I have been in discipline for so long that the gentleness and playfulness of His voice
surprises me.
I do not dare question such love. I simply stand in silence. With huge surprised filled eyes.
Father joins the walk and begins to tell us of the good plans He has ahead.
There we are, the three walking down the moon's light path.
Father talking of things that will be going on during the day.
Me not quiet concentrated. Still surprised and a bit nervous.
Holy Spirit catches up. He holds my hand. He brings comfort to my heart.
Not interrupting Father, He leans near by and whispers.
"It is ok now, little one. You have been tested and found right.
You are here by invitation, and are most welcome to join this special walk."
I take a deep breath. One of relief.
It is deep enough to catch Father's attention. He stops. We all stop.
He does not say a word.
He simply opens His arms and draws me close.
His love covers all.
He kisses me on the forehead.
He takes a step back.
Looks straight into my eyes.
He is gentle with His eyes and His words, yet stern.
"Bea Gasca, do not doubt my love.
I have given you an invitation to walk with us again, out of my love for you.
Because I enjoy you a lot.
But I will not take the pain away, the pain of having lost that revival shall not be removed.
It will remain strong every day you walk on earth.
It will be the thorn that will keep you humble and walking in fear of the Lord."
We remain in silence. I accept His decree. He is the judge.
I bow down my head and take a deep breath.
It is not an easy thought. The pain is strong.
Before tears can reach my eyes, the moon's light reflected on the water catches my eyes.
The little waves, splash my feet.
I take a deep breath. I am alive and I am walking on waters with my God.
I do not cry.
Drops of water splash me. I look up. It is Father teasingly smiling at me.
They all have the same smile. They all have the same look.
I am abashed. Do not know what to do.
Gently hardly moving at all, I draw my foot back.
I make my other leg get my balance, and then draw my foot forward,
collecting some water on the way to splash them all.
And we begin a water fight.
Our laughter and joy fills the universe.
Turn my back on the moon in order to look for the sun?
No, the sun will come- in its appointed time.
Me, I am enjoying the moon. It is not an eternal time.
(Thank you God for the cross, due to it we are now able to have water fights)
The sea was dark. The sky was dark. And nobody was about.
It was a while before the stars and the moon came out.
Beautiful moment of the night. Their beauty filling my heart, delighting my soul,
bringing back a twinkle in my eye.
At first I thought that that twinkle was a reflection of the twinkle in the stars, but I
later discovered it was the twinkle from my own eyes. We are alive and we have a song.
The night is moving on. We all know that after a night comes a day. I know soon the sun will be coming out. So what do I do? Do I turn my back on the moon and set my eyes on the other side, searching for the sun?
No.
I choose to enjoy the moon light.
I choose to enjoy the last quiet moments of a long night.
I choose to walk on the path the moon's light has drawn upon the still ocean waters.
Jesus walks with me.
I smile at Him. I have never walked on waters in the moon light before.
A moment that must be enjoyed to the most.
We walk down in silence at first, just enjoying, just savouring the moment, just letting it sink in
Then He splashes me with some water. I react and splash Him back.
We are just so happy to be together again.
Our laughter fills the night.
We continue our walk, once more in silence. So much on our thoughts.
So much gone through. Memories rush by.
My being on the boat. God saying I could not walk on waters. Stay on the boat.
I look away. I do not want Him to notice the tear in my eye.
I wipe it away pretending it was the sliding salty water from my hair.
Then reality hits me again...salty water! I am walking on water again!
I turn and look at Him. My smile is big. His is bigger.
We talk with our eyes. It has been a long, hard time. But it is past.
We hold hands, and give each other a hug.
No need for words. We know what is in each others heart.
Jesus and I. A lifetime friendship...gone through so much. Jesus and I.
Our heart fills with joy. We must celebrate! So we stand apart and with our eyes
we agree to give Father a surprise...and we start to dance.
We dance on the water in the moon's light.
Jesus and I for Father's delight.
No music to follow, just the beat of our hearts.
For Father's delight.
When I have to stop, I lean to get some water and splah it on my face.
Then I hear HIS voice, The Father's voice..."Hey, you two can I have a word?"
I look up my eyes big and round with the surprise.
I have been in discipline for so long that the gentleness and playfulness of His voice
surprises me.
I do not dare question such love. I simply stand in silence. With huge surprised filled eyes.
Father joins the walk and begins to tell us of the good plans He has ahead.
There we are, the three walking down the moon's light path.
Father talking of things that will be going on during the day.
Me not quiet concentrated. Still surprised and a bit nervous.
Holy Spirit catches up. He holds my hand. He brings comfort to my heart.
Not interrupting Father, He leans near by and whispers.
"It is ok now, little one. You have been tested and found right.
You are here by invitation, and are most welcome to join this special walk."
I take a deep breath. One of relief.
It is deep enough to catch Father's attention. He stops. We all stop.
He does not say a word.
He simply opens His arms and draws me close.
His love covers all.
He kisses me on the forehead.
He takes a step back.
Looks straight into my eyes.
He is gentle with His eyes and His words, yet stern.
"Bea Gasca, do not doubt my love.
I have given you an invitation to walk with us again, out of my love for you.
Because I enjoy you a lot.
But I will not take the pain away, the pain of having lost that revival shall not be removed.
It will remain strong every day you walk on earth.
It will be the thorn that will keep you humble and walking in fear of the Lord."
We remain in silence. I accept His decree. He is the judge.
I bow down my head and take a deep breath.
It is not an easy thought. The pain is strong.
Before tears can reach my eyes, the moon's light reflected on the water catches my eyes.
The little waves, splash my feet.
I take a deep breath. I am alive and I am walking on waters with my God.
I do not cry.
Drops of water splash me. I look up. It is Father teasingly smiling at me.
They all have the same smile. They all have the same look.
I am abashed. Do not know what to do.
Gently hardly moving at all, I draw my foot back.
I make my other leg get my balance, and then draw my foot forward,
collecting some water on the way to splash them all.
And we begin a water fight.
Our laughter and joy fills the universe.
Turn my back on the moon in order to look for the sun?
No, the sun will come- in its appointed time.
Me, I am enjoying the moon. It is not an eternal time.
(Thank you God for the cross, due to it we are now able to have water fights)
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