Why didn’t you come to rescue us?

Where are you in all this chaos and mess? In the middle of the Storm called Life?

That’s what the preacher asked us today, out on the furtherest rocks, that have been kissed by the Sea for thousands of years… And in the same way Lucy asked; Could you have prevented this all from happening, if you would have shown up a little bit earlier?

With tear-filled eyes I stand like her stating: I always knew you Would come!

And just like HE answered her, He whispers to me: Well, Why didn’t you come out here to fetch me earlier? Why do I stand there fighting on my own, to the bare end, when I could have followed him all those times I heard him calling? How hard can it be, to give over the command to a King who is WILD, not tamed, Yet GOoD? But I think I can do it, until exhausting catches me…

It IS a bloody battle, this life of ours… Every day there is so much Goodness and yet so much pain and suffering. Sometimes it feels like ALL the tough things come Tumbling down, all at once. And I ask the silly question of  wonder, at why He isn’t here to just rescue us, calm the Storm and make pain disappear?

Still, I do know, that it is I who need to jump out of the boat and let the Storm sweep me… For living Life fully, I need to take this little rowing boat of mine, set the course for a Land out in the horizon and keep on steering. Life in the Storm is a constant fight and HE has given us a promise. 

HE will never come in the same way twice

and for all that 

HE is already HERE