In Genesis, we read about Noah and the ark. Noah built his ark, loaded the animals that YHWH told him to load, and the rains came. You remember the story, right?
What I have never really got before that was the idea that the ark was in safety on the TOP of the water. Sure, that makes sense, but what did it mean?
Then, I looked at Isaiah 54:9-11.
For this is as the waters of Noah unto me: for as I have sworn that the waters of Noah should no more go over the earth; so have I sworn that I would not be wroth with thee, nor rebuke thee. For the mountains shall depart, and the hills be removed; but my kindness shall not depart from thee, neither shall the covenant of my peace be removed, saith the LORD that hath mercy on thee. O thou afflicted, tossed with tempest, and not comforted, behold, I will lay thy stones with fair colours, and lay thy foundations with sapphires. (emphasis mine) (KJV)
What did this mean to me?
Part of our walk is learning HOW to walk the Torah and HOW to follow the Messiah’s example. What did the water have to do with it? We learned that the water seemed to represent the storms of life. Little did we know, we were about to face a huge storm in our life.
Our son is in rebellion. He refuses to listen to us reading the Bible, refuses to pray with us, and refuses to even sit in our Bible study that we host in our home. We fought with him, pulled the “chain” around his neck to force him to obey, and hammered in our ways in his life. All to the negative. It came to a head last Sunday, after we read those above portions. Our son left our home in the middle of the night and was gone for several hours.
Worry and fear tried to take over, and we spent hours praying, crying and searching for comfort from the Scriptures. Easier said than done, to be honest. We were able to bring our son home safely after several hours, but the damage to our relationship was done. What were we going to do? I LOVE my son. So much I’d give my life to save him. And, it HURT when he started going astray. Heart shattering hurt.
NOW, I know how YHWH feels when we stray from Him and His commands. Heart shattering loss. It’s not pretty, friends. Not at all.
Crying out, I remembered the tempest that Noah went through and was led to Matthew 14:22-31, the story of Peter walking on the water with Yahshua.
And straightway Jesus constrained his disciples to get into a ship, and to go before him unto the other side, while he sent the multitudes away. 23 And when he had sent the multitudes away, he went up into a mountain apart to pray: and when the evening was come, he was there alone. 24 But the ship was now in the midst of the sea, tossed with waves: for the wind was contrary. 25 And in the fourth watch of the night Jesus went unto them, walking on the sea. 26 And when the disciples saw him walking on the sea, they were troubled, saying, It is a spirit; and they cried out for fear. 27 But straightway Jesus spake unto them, saying, Be of good cheer; it is I; be not afraid. 28 And Peter answered him and said, Lord, if it be thou, bid me come unto thee on the water. 29 And he said, Come. And when Peter was come down out of the ship, he walked on the water, to go to Jesus. 30 But when he saw the wind boisterous, he was afraid; and beginning to sink, he cried, saying, Lord, save me. 31 And immediately Jesus stretched forth [his] hand, and caught him, and said unto him, O thou of little faith, wherefore didst thou doubt? (KJV)
Imagine this…Peter thinks he’s all big and bad, right? I mean, he’s one of the “loved” disciples. One of Yahshua’s best friends. In the inner circle. Can you see him right now, climbing out of the boat, walking on the water to the Messiah? I imagine that in the middle of this, he looks back at his friends, almost boasting about his feat, and takes his eyes of the Messiah. As his eyes are off the Messiah, he sees the wind is strong and becomes afraid and starts to sink. He becomes afraid.
Fear nearly caused Peter to drown. Fear nearly killed him. Had he not called out as he was sinking, Peter might have died that night. But, in faith, he called out. Maybe it was a weak faith, but it was faith that the Messiah would do something to save him.
That is how it was with me. FEAR caused me to take my eyes of the Messiah and worry caused me to want to make my son follow in my paths, my way. But it isn’t about ME, or MY WAY. It’s about the Father’s ways and HIS path for my son’s life. I cried out that night, with a gut wretching cry that I have never had before in my life. Tearing the soul apart kind of cry. The kind that is so deep and hard, tears can’t even form. I cried out, “YHWH, save me, I’m drowning”. Those were the only words I could get out for the next hour.
The storm hit. I had taken my eyes off the Messiah, and had started to sink.
In faith, I cried out to Him to save me. And, his hand reached out and pulled me up. I was lifted up out of the storm, and back into the boat. Humbled from the pride that I could do things my way. Broken that I had failed. Repentant because I was wrong.
For the first time in months, I felt peace. Total shalom. I was finally able to give it all to YHWH and trust that HE will guide my son and grab a hold of his heart. A peace that I no longer have to fight with my son to get him to follow, just pray for him always. I am back on top of the water, in the boat, ready to go back out to the Messiah on the water. Only THIS time, I’ll keep my eyes on HIM.
When life and circumstances have you feel like you are drowning, call out to the Father. He will pull you through.