Can I run away from the commands of the Lord? Can I flee when it is too hard? Board the ship, pay the fair, sail away.
But the Lord is there, in the wind on the sea, in the violence of the storm. Even when I sleep, the Lord is there.
I cannot awake and pray for deliverance without facing my own shame.
Throw me into the sea. The Lord found me on this boat, and I cannot run from him, and I will face the stormy waters.
Off the boat, and into the Lord’s hands. I do not deserve to live.
But the Lord saves me in the belly of a fish, and in the deep I pray to him: I remember you, Lord.
Onto dry ground, go and do what the Lord commands–but I do not yet understand his compassion.
For the Lord saves even those who run from him.
Heather Hoyt 