"Lord, if it’s you, tell me to come to you on the water."
The words tumbled out of Peter’s mouth, reckless and alive. The boat heaved beneath him, the sea a vast, churning darkness. Yet, there was Jesus, standing on the waves as if they were solid ground. Peter’s heart pounded. This was no ghost, but the living Messiah.
Jesus’ eyes, warm and steady, met his. “Come,” Jesus said.
Panic surged through Peter’s veins, but he stepped over the side of the boat. His foot touched the water, and it held. He stepped again, then again, walking on the sea. The wind howled, the waves crashed, but he walked. His eyes fixed on Jesus, his heart hammering in his chest.
Then he looked down.
The sea stretched out beneath him, immense and terrifying. Fear gripped his heart. He began to sink, the water cold and relentless. “Lord, save me!” he cried out, his voice raw with terror.
Jesus reached out, his hand strong and sure. He grasped Peter’s arm, pulling him up. “You of little faith,” Jesus said, his voice gentle but firm. “Why did you doubt?”
Peter felt the weight of his failure, the sting of his fear. He had stepped on waves, but doubt had sunk him. Yet, here was Jesus, holding him up, keeping him from the deep.
The boat was close now, the disciples’ faces a mix of awe and fear. Jesus guided Peter to the side, helping him climb in. The night was silent save for the lapping of waves against the hull.
Peter sat, his breath ragged, his heart heavy. He had seen the miracle, had walked on water. Yet, fear hadOvercome him. He looked at Jesus, who stood calm and steady amidst the storm. There was no anger in his eyes, only love and patience.
The disciples gathered around Jesus, their voices hushed. Peter watched, his heart aching. He had failed, had doubted. Yet, Jesus had saved him. He had reached out his hand, pulling Peter from the depths.
As the boat reached the shore, Peter stepped out, his heart quiet. He looked back at the sea, the waves now gentle, the storm calmed. He had walked on water, had doubted, and had been saved. It was a miracle he would never forget, a lesson etched deep in his heart.
The sun began to rise, casting a golden glow over the water. Jesus walked ahead, his form silhouetted against the dawn. Peter followed, his steps steady, his heart at peace. Whatever lay ahead, he knew one thing for certain—Jesus was with him, his savior, his guide, his friend. And in that knowledge, there was a peace that surpassed all understanding.
"Lord, if it’s you, tell me to come to you on the water."
The words tumbled out of Peter’s mouth, reckless and alive. The boat heaved beneath him, the sea a vast, churning darkness. Yet, there was Jesus, standing on the waves as if they were solid ground. Peter’s heart pounded. This was no ghost, but the living Messiah.
Jesus’ eyes, warm and steady, met his. “Come,” Jesus said.
Panic surged through Peter’s veins, but he stepped over the side of the boat. His foot touched the water, and it held. He stepped again, then again, walking on the sea. The wind howled, the waves crashed, but he walked. His eyes fixed on Jesus, his heart hammering in his chest.
Then he looked down.
The sea stretched out beneath him, immense and terrifying. Fear gripped his heart. He began to sink, the water cold and relentless. “Lord, save me!” he cried out, his voice raw with terror.
Jesus reached out, his hand strong and sure. He grasped Peter’s arm, pulling him up. “You of little faith,” Jesus said, his voice gentle but firm. “Why did you doubt?”
Peter felt the weight of his failure, the sting of his fear. He had stepped on waves, but doubt had sunk him. Yet, here was Jesus, holding him up, keeping him from the deep.
The boat was close now, the disciples’ faces a mix of awe and fear. Jesus guided Peter to the side, helping him climb in. The night was silent save for the lapping of waves against the hull.
Peter sat, his breath ragged, his heart heavy. He had seen the miracle, had walked on water. Yet, fear hadOvercome him. He looked at Jesus, who stood calm and steady amidst the storm. There was no anger in his eyes, only love and patience.
The disciples gathered around Jesus, their voices hushed. Peter watched, his heart aching. He had failed, had doubted. Yet, Jesus had saved him. He had reached out his hand, pulling Peter from the depths.
As the boat reached the shore, Peter stepped out, his heart quiet. He looked back at the sea, the waves now gentle, the storm calmed. He had walked on water, had doubted, and had been saved. It was a miracle he would never forget, a lesson etched deep in his heart.
The sun began to rise, casting a golden glow over the water. Jesus walked ahead, his form silhouetted against the dawn. Peter followed, his steps steady, his heart at peace. Whatever lay ahead, he knew one thing for certain—Jesus was with him, his savior, his guide, his friend. And in that knowledge, there was a peace that surpassed all understanding.
