Waters (Perspectives)

What was Noah thinking?!

If I told you my level of doubt I had when I hadn't seen the sunlight in so long, you would label me unfaithful. Or if I explained to you the overwhelming joy that erupted when I was able to step out onto a dry deck and breathe fresh air, you may label me with some form of psychosis. What you must understand is that I have labored, I have struggled, I have worked until my hands and feet bled. I have watched as others shouted to me that I had gone mad. In the end they are gone and here I stand; on a deck stop a boat that I was told to build. Everyone else, they are gone… I tried to warm them, and they didn't listen. I screamed to them I pleaded with them but they laughed and scoffed. So I turned my focus to my family knowing they would follow me. That is the hope I clung to. I have witnessed the wrath of an angry god, and I have been on the receiving end of grace.

I wrestled for a long time trying to understand why God would choose me to do this work, and to be spared. However, when I saw the look in my family's eyes as those first beams of sunlight came shattering in, I knew there was a purpose for each of us. We spent so much time amongst the animals, cleaning up vomit and excrement, struggling to stand as the boat would turn in every direction, yet they never lost faith. Did they doubt as I had? Sure… But they knew there was a purpose. 

My prayer is for strength and endurance. I know there is coming a day when myself, my family, and all of these animals will plant our feet on purged ground. To be honest, the thought of what lies ahead of us shakes me to the core. We were anointed to live, but now we are anointed to lead.