Walk On Water

Once upon a time there was this guy. At one point in his life, this story happened. He and a bunch of mates were hanging out on a boat in the middle of a lake. Being experienced sailors, they were people who didn't mind spending the night on a boat. Only that night, this big crazy storm came and shook their party out. His mates, being the experienced sailors that they were, did all they could on the boat to keep it floating, wishing with every fibre in their bodies to come out through the night alive. The storm was raging, the boat was shaking, the wind was crazy, there was water everywhere, and the adrenaline rush was more than normal people could handle. But then this guy came out and saw something in the distance.

He saw what looked like a man appeared at some distance away from them, standing over the waves. On the unstable footing of the boat, the winds, under the pale and weak moonlight, this guy gazed to the distance onto that barely-visible figure. "Lord, is that you?" through the raging winds he shouted. "Yes, it is me", he heard the reply. An insane thought flashed in his mind. "Lord, tell me to come out there and I'll come out!" this guy shouted. The figure gestured him to come. Then our hero had a choice in his mind. The storm is raging. It's not comfortable in here anyway. But we're experienced sailors, we might just get through this if we play it cool. This is not our first storm, but it sure wouldn't be our last either. What do I do?

He made a step towards the edge. "Come back in here, man! What's wrong with you?" his mates called out. The guy was too lost in thought to be able to hear them. In fact, he could barely hear anything. The storm, the winds, the shaking boat, his mate's voice, even the figure out on the waves, they all blur in the background as his heart pounded and pounded and pounded, louder and louder. His thoughts came in and came out like a flood in his head. What makes you so sure it's who you think it is? If it's really him, then I can do this easy, no problem. You can still survive this, no need to risk your comfort zone. Yeah, but I don't like being shaken in a boat like this anyway. It's bad right now, but it's nothing new, you can get through this just like before.

Just like before....
But I'm sick of all my "before"s

The dog opened his eyes, startled. He wasn't even sleeping. The scene flashed through his head over and over again. He gazed upon the uncertainty ahead of him. Not the mist, not the road. The dog gazed ahead at the crossroads. Reality and fantasy blurred. Left or right became minor details. Faintly up ahead he saw a figure of a man, neither here nor there. The dog closed his eyes, took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes, the figure was still there, as if waiting.

Lord, if that is you
bid me to come