I sat on that very piece of rock, that very day.

I sat…silenced.

By the screams of a lifelong struggle.

By the pain and agony of existence.

By destruction… and devastation.

I watched the very toil to survive… the struggles gone through just for another breath of air…

…every movement of every muscle, intertwined within every wave of obliteration.

“Do you trust Me?”

I looked up at my Master.

“Lord… this is tough…”

“Do you trust Me?”

I sat on that rock, silenced.

“If you want to walk on water, get out of the boat.”

I looked at my rock.

The dry, comfortable rock.

How she’ll wish to exchange roles with me…

I looked up.

“You said the Word, Lord. I serve You only. Now speak, and I shall do as You ask me to.”

He put His Holy arm upon my head, and anointed me with His power.

“You will go.”

He disappeared behind the stormy clouds.

Yet I see Him there.

The clouds… which cover His Light and blinds mankind from His presence…

…the clouds of tribulation.

And I saw her again.

Screams of help… exchanged with big undesired gulps of the seawater, black as coal, evil as Lucipher.

I shuddered at the thought of him.

Then I remembered the task He has for me.

With whatever strength and courage I have left… I picked it up.

And I fell.

It was too heavy for me.

“Lord…”

“Do you trust Me?”

“It’s too heavy…”

“Do you trust Me?”

“But…I am just a helpless creature...”

“Do you trust Me?”

I fell into my wings and wept.

He came from between the clouds, once again.

He carried me in His arms.

“I never want to leave You, Master…”

“Do you trust Me?”

I wept.

She was weeping too.

Of despondency. Of hopelessness. Of helplessness.

“She needs Me as much as you do.”

I was silent.

“Do you trust Me?”

I spread my wings.

I said yes.

I bent down to pick it up.

I digress.

I was carrying it with His strength.

I left the rock, the comfortable rock I longed to stay upon till the storm calms down.

I soared in the sky, weaving between clouds and raindrops as big as my eyes.

I was fearful. Apprehensive.

Yet His voice rings in my head.

“Do you trust Me?…”

With one might, I raced to the surface of the sea.

She was exhausted.

She was giving up.

Blinded by the darkness of the water and the evil of the storm, I released it… right next to her.

And the hand of the Lord came from the clouds, carrying me to the rock once again.

I watched her struggle with her faith, on that plank.

That plank… which was too big for me… yet seem too small for her.

I looked up.. in doubt.

“Why can’t You just calm the storm, Master?”

He looked at me, with sadness and passion in His eyes.

“I love her…”

I looked at wisdom in His face, at this all-knowing God.

This God… whose wisdom nobody can ever fathom.

This God...whose love extends to His people.

And me.

He reached down and touched my right wing.

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” [Jeremiah 29:11]

“I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep.” [John 10:11]

I bowed in awe of His presence.

I trust His wisdom and judgment.

“Come,” He said. “Your job here is done. You’ve got planks to deliver somewhere else.”

“But my young…?”

“Don’t worry. I will take care of them for you.”

“Seek first His kingdom and righteousness and all will be added unto you.” [Matthew 6:33]

I obeyed.

I gave my babies one last look.

The Lord will take care of you, my little ones, I whispered to them.

And I spread my wings, ready for another takeoff.

I gave out an eagle’s cry.

And I flew over the young girl, still struggling in the dark waters, whispering a prayer for His watchful eyes over her.

And indeed HE is.