Resting in the Waters

8/2/26

When faced with death, the instinct is to fight.

We fight for control.

We fight for certainty.

We fight to stay alive.

But there is a wisdom I learned that cannot be taught in textbooks.

When you stop struggling in water and simply allow your body to rest, you float.

Water was designed to hold you — but only when you stop thrashing.

In the same way, when we face death or the fear of it, the greatest act of faith is not striving harder — it is resting in God.

After my cerebellar stroke in June 2024, I survived the acute crisis. By God’s mercy, I recovered faster than expected. I was discharged early. I could walk again.

But I was not free.

The dizziness lingered.

My steps were unsteady.

And fear lived quietly inside me.

What if it happens again?

What if I collapse?

What if I am not truly healed?

Outwardly I was diligent — following medical advice, monitoring everything carefully. Inwardly, I was struggling.

Then one night, during this period of healing, I had a dream.

I was walking barefoot on sand in darkness.

I could not see clearly, but I could hear the waves crashing onto the shore. I sensed I was heading toward the sea.

Step by step, I walked forward.

Then I stopped.

“What am I doing?” I asked myself.

“I could drown.”

Behind me was safety.

Before me was the unseen sea.

And then I heard a voice — coming from the water.

Two words:

“Trust Me.”

That was all.

In that moment inside the dream, I felt a deep sadness rise within me.

I realised that although I had prayed and thanked God for saving my life, I was still placing my deepest trust in allopathic medicine and doctors to heal me completely.

I believed in God — but I had not fully rested in Him.

In my heart, I said:

“God, I am sorry. I have not trusted You fully. I surrender. I trust You to heal me.”

Then I continued walking.

I felt the water touch my feet.

And I woke up.

That dream marked a turning point in my healing.

The physical recovery still continued step by step. But something inside me shifted immediately.

The fear lost its dominance.

The anxiety softened.

My confidence returned.

I stopped living as a fragile survivor and began living as someone held.

Isaiah 43:2 says:

“When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;

and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you…”

It does not say we will avoid the waters.

It promises we will not be overwhelmed.

Trusting God does not mean rejecting medical wisdom. It means placing ultimate trust not in the instrument, but in the Author of life.

Medicine can treat.

Doctors can guide.

But God sustains.

When we stop struggling against His sovereignty and instead rest in His goodness, we float.

My healing became whole not only when my body strengthened — but when my heart surrendered.

Today, no one would believe I suffered a bilateral cerebellar stroke.

I walk steadily.

I live normally.

I am well.

But the deeper miracle was this:

I learned to float.

When faced with death situations, rest in God.

Stop thrashing in fear.

Stop trying to control every outcome.

Rest.

Because the One who created the waters

is the One who holds you in them.

And when you trust Him fully,

you will not sink.