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I’m beginning to recognize as I mature, as I learn to listen, as I challenge myself to take time to seek and dig deep, the bible stories I grew up hearing and being told; come at me, come to life, and come apart in ways only the Bible, the LIVING and ACTIVE Word of God, could.  

In the gospels, Matthew, Mark, and John, there is the account of Jesus walking on the water.  I will summarize it here but it’s always better for me to crack open my Bible and read it for myself.  The 3 disciples accounts can be found in Matthew 14:22-32, Mark 6:45-52, John 6:16-21.  

This event happens the night Jesus feeds the five thousand from 2 fish and 5 loaves.  Jesus sends the disciples out in the boat to make their way to the next place and goes by himself on the mountainside to pray.  As He finishes up His prayers, He sees the boat on the sea in the midst of a storm, the wind is wild and the disciples are struggling.  He goes to them, walking on the water.  The disciples are terrified, think He’s a ghost and call out in fear.  He says it’s me don’t worry.  And Peter says if it’s really you call to me so I can walk to meet you.  So Peter walks to Jesus, looks away, starts to sink, Jesus gets in the boat and the storm is calm and they are at the shore.  

As a kid, Jesus walking on water and Peter doing it too was an amazing story for me to hear.  So engaging and it was a story that encouraged me to trust in Jesus, to not fear Him or His miracles.  Even as a teen and young adult I could always relate to Peter’s fiery attitude, and pain that his faith and his lack faith caused him.  

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Picture this.  Walking fast, with purpose, heels clicking, boots stomping, arms swinging, confident this is the way until, wham! Smack dab into a glass door.   Surprised, head hurting I wonder “Where’d that come from?”

Or maybe this.  Walking fast, with purpose, heels clicking, boots stomping, arms swinging, confident there is no other way, but I begin bracing myself just in case the door of glass I suspect might still be there, wham!  Seriously?? I thought this approach might make a difference this time or at least crack that glass and force a break through.  

Or maybe this.  Slow and sluggish steps.  Dragging feet, head down, I’ve been down this road before, and I know what’s coming, I just can’t figure out why it’s still there.  This time though, this time I just surrender.  I just crawl up and stop at it, this time I look through the glass door.  I wonder maybe it’s not through that I’m supposed to go.  Maybe this time I should try turning my head a bit to the left or maybe right.  

And there it is.  A slight turn, an altered posture, a submission, compromise, whatever I might want to call it but as I turn my body, my mind, my attitude, my heart in a new direction.  

There it is.  

A pivot.  

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I’ve climbed staircases in my life, literal ones.  The one in my childhood home that stopped on a landing at the front door of our bi-level and then up to the living room.  The one in our farmhouse apartment, curved and with gaps in the wooden steps where crickets would get stuck in the summertime and “serenade” us at night.  Our first house which had 2.  One set was short with carpet, the other without risers, so Colin could hang his feet through.  Our house in Landisville which had crazy steep steps that we carried and soothed all 3 of our children up and down.  The one we carried countless pieces of drywall up as we flipped that house.  And finally our staircase here at our current home- the one that echoes with kids and teenagers running and rushing up and down.  The one with a weird crick that you avoid if everyone’s finally asleep.  

As I consider the literal staircases I’ve traveled, I can’t help but consider the figurative ones as well.  I’ve climbed a few and reached the top.  I’ve started many realizing halfway up that on my own isn’t going to work, I’m going to need to use the handrail.  Sometimes crawled to the top using both handrails.  I’ve slipped down a few.  Gotten tired of climbing and taken a seat.  Run up and back down a few.  

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