I knew it was God speaking to me at the
conference I was attending
I knew He wanted me to set sail on a new
adventure
But to be quite honest
I’d had enough of trying to “set sail”
I was over trying to navigate my way through
the storm-driven seas
The “wind in my sails” had been knocked out
long ago
With every monstrous wave crashing against my
hull
The fierce winds increasing every time I’d
start again
Capsizing my little boat, which felt exposed
and afloat
Drifting toward nowhere, my mind in turmoil
And my body fatigued from the thought of
starting over again
START AGAIN
I felt like I was in survival mode
Trying to fix up my broken mast and torn sails
In a desperate bid to find a safe harbour
Adrift in my battered little boat
I really didn’t want to “start again” thank you
very much, God
Because every time I had started something
Set a course and opened up my sails ready for the adventure
I’d been washed sideways with the heavy rain
and debris
That came with the horizontal hail storms
Crashing my little boat into the jagged rocks
and boulders
That had taken out so many other sailors before
me
SET SAIL ON A NEW ADVENTURE
So, that was that
I was done
“Go find another sailor to set sail on a new
adventure, God,” I whispered back
And then it all changed
A woman at the conference read out a Scripture
Hosea 2:14-15
“And now, here’s what I’m going to do: I’m
going to start all over again. I’m taking her back out into the wilderness where
we had our first date, and I’ll court her. I’ll give her bouquets of roses.
I’ll turn Heartbreak Valley into Acres of Hope. She’ll respond like she did as
a young girl, those days when she was fresh out of Egypt” (The Message Bible)
I was completely undone
The promise God had given me when I was a young
girl
Started to dance around inside my mind
God knew of my Heartbreak Valley
Was I going to let my little boat sink?
Or was I going to find the determination and
innovation
To continue sailing towards my promise?
As I re-read Hosea 2:14-15, I felt God mending
my torn and tattered sails
I rested as He got to work with fixing my
broken mast
From the huge waves that had hit me like a
freight train over the years
In the surrender, He restored me
But now, I was no longer a little broken sail
boat, drifting out to sea
Now, I was a strong merchant ship, ready to set
sail for a new adventure
And God, not me, was my Captain
Dear friend, I can see your little boat too
It’s been ravaged by heavy rain and violent
storms
Your beautiful paintwork is now blistered and
peeling
From being exposed to the elements over the
years
The tempest that threatened to take you out
Has knocked the wind out of your sails
But know this
GOD NEVER LEFT YOU
Not in the storm. Not in the darkness. Not
while you went adrift.
He knew that the conditions were rough
It’s remarkable that you’ve made the journey
this far in your broken, little boat
Believe it or not, God kept you safe in the
hurricane
He was your anchor in the storm
Like me, you’ve become lost at sea
And you’re not sure on your exact location
But if you let God become the Captain of your
little boat
He’ll turn you into a grand merchant ship
Which will carry the precious cargo of your
gift with words
To help other vessels which are lost at sea,
find their way home
There are so many stories to be discovered out
in the big, open waters
That are beyond the horizon
Stories that need to be told
God’s putting the wind back into your sails,
dear friend
So, you can start again and set sail for a new
adventure
All you have to do is trust Him enough
And He will become the Captain of your ship
Wendy xo
Wendy Parker is a wife, mother and creative writer, who's passionate about teaching people how to "turn up the volume on their Faith"
God bless you Wendy for your encouragement and blessing today! How we all need to remember God is our Captain and we need to rest in His safe harbors. Love your work xx
ReplyDeleteThank you, Wendy--God has a way of 'ambushing' us in the way you experienced at the conference, don't you think? Keep on sailing!
ReplyDeleteWonderful insight that many of us experience, dear Wendy. Wishing you a nice stiff breeze in your author sails!
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