As I stopped to peruse a picture of a sailboat out on the ocean far from the shore it made me think of sailing as a metaphor for the life we sign up for when we ask God to take control of our lives. It is not a safe cushy life without storms but an adventure into the unknown with someone we trust but only begin to know when we travel with him.
I remember when I set sail
out into the wideness of your will.
All I had read about, heard about
or been taught now put into practice.
This is the real life and it is
a multi dimensional one
beyond my imagination.
I had to learn when to
run the motor or hoist the sails,
whether to ease or trim,
how to tack starboard and port.
When to head up, head down or back away,
when to drop anchor or raise it
as I moved in the current of the spirit.
To sail I must leave the shore behind
with its’ measure of predictability.
To launch out on journeys
where white caps and squalls
both awaited me.
Where capsizing is possible
even to those on your crew.
Wearing the life belt of your saving grace
that buoys me up in the roughest seas
but does not keep me from getting
salt water up my nose.
Each day immersing myself in the
shark repellent of your word
which does not guarantee
I won’t get bitten.
Looking to the son and the stars
to show me my bearings.
Confident that I am never lost to him.
That he will bring me safely home
in the end.
Diantha Zscoche 3/14