Blurry eyed and battered by wind and wave, I was captain of a boat out of control and sinking. I looked for land--some sign of shore. My eyes began to play tricks on me--or were they? "Wait, what was that? A ghost? A Ghost!?!" My cries were joined by the terrified crew. Then there was a voice, strong and yet gentle; bold yet comforting: "Don't be afraid" "What? Don't be afraid?" The words seemed foolish, yet the voice seemed familiar. "Oh yes, I know that voice!" The storm stilled within me. Waves calmed. Fear turned to confidence as I called out: "Master, if it's really you, can I come to you?" "Come Ahead." It seemed reckless--impulsive-- but had he ever led me astray before? I jumped out of the boat. "I'm walking on water... I'm walking on water!!" I looked back for a moment perhaps to catch the eye of the others in the boat. Then I noticed the waves--I felt the force of the wind. I began to sink. Water-walking trust turned to water-sinking reality. I could only cry for help! Then he pulled me close, lifted me up, rescued me--as he always had before. He gently rebuked me as "faint of heart" but not because I got out of the boat. His eyes betrayed his delight when my water-walking trust overcame my boat-sitting fear. No, it wasn't my reckless leap of faith but my loss-of-focus doubting that brought that gentle rebuke. I'm glad I jumped out of the boat. If opportunity arises I'll try it again. This time I know I can trust him whether I walk or sink.