In a life raft with a lion.

 I can’t tell if the Lion is mine or if I’m His…. maybe it’s
both? 

I know that I’m not His prey, which changes the dynamic
completely. Well, most of it! There’s still a slight fear, it’s a
lion, but not of Him necessarily.  Rather, of whom He is! At any moment He could devour me, but He chooses not to!

Why is He here in this place with me? It seems, un-proportional. 

As time persists, I realize that I’m comfortable with this
Lion. He hasn’t abused His power
or the unspoken promise, “I will never hurt you, for what you sensed is true,
‘I am yours and you are mine.'”

What do you do with such an epiphany, such a paradox? The
storm around you seems, insignificant! The waves, wind, and sound seem to be “besides the point.” I mean, you’re in a LIFE RAFT WITH A
LION! No matter how comfortable
you think you can get you still can’t escape His gaze; those deep, regal, and
magnificent eyes. With every
glance you’re somehow brought back to the point. This smilingly bizarre paradox seems to make complete sense.
It’s fearing the storm that seems to be so unrealistic!

Can I carry the gift from this experience onto land once I
reach shore?! Will the memory of
this be as pungent as it is now?! Will I remember the details of His face as I do at this moment?! Will I remember how powerless yet
favored I felt? How helpless yet
cared for? How special yet how
small I felt in comparison to the waves around me. How nothing mattered except for some reason the Lion favored
me even cared for me! How this
realization gave me a peace I’ve never known before!

Once I feared the storm. Now I fear loosing this awareness!

I’m in a lift raft with a Lion! 

The storm is His, the life raft is His… and both are true,
“I am the Lion’s and HE IS MINE!”