It’s hard to remain – DWELL – in an unnatural environment. The pressures and discomfort tempt us to retreat to what feels more normal to us. But we are learning to breathe the unnatural air of heaven, so how do we acclimatise to this new and challenging world?
Once again I’m taking five minutes with the Five Minute Friday #fmfparty gang to write unedited on a theme sent out by Kate Motaung. The word-prompt today is DWELL. (You can join in too – here’s how.)
A submersible sinks slowly through the murky waters, silently. And inside it’s claustrophobic, even though you can see out the window. There’s not a lot of room for manoeuvre. But you sink, sink, sink. Beneath the froth and turbulence of the surface waves. Far below the raging storms and winds above. Lower and lower you sink. Slowly, you sink.
The light fades. You peer into the darkness, straining to see what’s out there. In the absence of light, you fear… you’re unsure of impending threats. You’re vulnerable. You can do nothing but sight tight, and wait.
The pressure in the stillness increases, your reliance on the clear perspex bubble that surrounds you increases. You don’t let yourself think about the sounds as the craft creaks under the strain. If that barrier cracks, you know it’s over.
You breathe deeply, trying to calm your nerves, as you slip slowly below. Piped oxygen/air sustains you in this most unnatural environment. Your life hangs in the balance as you sink into the still, strange waters.
You are held, and supported. You can do nothing but rest and be sustained. You can see nothing but inches ahead, and must trust implicitly.
This environment is the deep waters. Strange and wonderful things dwell here.
And when sinking into the depths of God’s love, we find that’s also a strange environment to us too. We are called to dwell there – in the Deep WELLs of God’s love. But the psalmist cried out in fear as he sank deeper, and the ‘deep called to deep’ in the waters of God’s presence in his life. It’s not a journey for the faint-hearted.
But we are not of those who shrink back to destruction.
7I hear the tumult of the raging seas
as your waves and surging tides sweep over me.
8 But each day the Lord pours his unfailing love upon me,
and through each night I sing his songs,
praying to God who gives me life. – Psalm 42