Posted 4/18/2005 2:31 PM (GMT -6)
I liken life as if being a very small sail boat on the ocean. Some days the sea is calm and we have a favorable wind. Some days we have a head wind and others a tail wind. Some days there is no wind and I feel like no progress is being made and I am drifting at the mercy of the currents.
And the storms come. Some big, some small, but all bring the fear of being capsized as the waves smash against my little boat. The waves continue to grow, the wind becomes dangerous as it blows and howls around me. The rain and the clouds cover the sun and stars and I lose those things I need to chart my course to a safe haven from the storm. I can hear the thunderous surf crashing on the rocks and reefs as my small ship is driven to and fro, ever closer to the impending doom of the rocks. Then suddenly, right there before me is the shining beacon of the lighthouse whose guiding light charts a course to safety even with the storm raging around me. The light from the lighthouse doesn't show me how to steer around the storm but how to chart a course through it and find safety within the harbor. The lighthouse's beacon is always there, I need to search the horizon for it to guide me safely home.
Even as the waves on the surface of the sea pound me and my little boat, just under the surface, the sea is calm, full of life and vigor, impervious to the tumoltuous storm pounding it. The storms of life might swirl all around me, but if I search for it, there is a calmness in me, under the storm, full of life.
There are many things that can be our lighthouse. Often I find that it is my friends from life and those at Healingwell, my imperfect faith in a God that loves me, and the knowledge that as with all storms there are calm seas to be found if I will chart a course in that direction.
Hope all are doing well. I am still in the storms of life at home, but lately am feeling a calmness under the surface letting me know that no matter what Randy will be o.k.
We can respond to irritation with a smile instead of scowl, or by giving warm praise instead of icy indifference. By our being understanding instead of abrupt, others, in turn, may decide to hold on a little longer rather than to give way. Love, patience, and meekness can be just as contagious as rudeness and crudeness.