Face the storm and ride it out

Sometimes life is like setting out to sea in a boat. Sizes of boats differ literally as well as figuratively. Some have massive yachts and cruise ships that can withstand storms better than others, who have smaller rafts, rowboats and dinghies which are unstable and can capsize at the slightest of storms, winds and rough seas. The size of a boat never stops sailors from sailing, but they do take note of their limitations and sail according to their resources and capabilities avoiding known hazards. Unlike sailors, who can choose the day and weather they can sail in, life has to be sailed out daily no matter how the "weather" looks like. One has to daily brave the storms and manoeuvre that boat without running it aground as it were, literally even.

There are days when you leave the house and plunge straight into the storm, but you know you have to face it, ride it out and return home with a sane mind. Knowledge of where you are going, how to get there and how to get to safety or be safe, is key, while always referring to a map and compass for guidance when lost. An assurance and symbol of course maintenance that brings relief and calm in life, so that when that storm comes and tries to wreck havoc, you are not as affected as someone without it. Heavy cargo adds to sinking during a storm and sailors know that to salvage a ship they jettison waste while riding a storm, so remember to take advantage of storms to jettison those things that do not add value to your life. Enjoy the post below and I hope you can relate to it in one way or another.

Lighthouse in the storm

The clouds were dark, thick and swirling,

Daytime was past and nightfall had come

A storm was rising all round and in the distance

I was lost out at sea tired in an old beat down boat

There was no-one by my side to provide courage to row

The storm rose and beat upon my little boat with no mercy

The waves came crashing on the boat tossing it to and fro

I tried to row this way and that way but went nowhere

I did not know where I was or where I was going

Then a small flicker of a light caught my weary eyes

It shone bright and disappeared before I could blink

I waited patiently looking for that shining glimmer

Once again it shone brightly across the ocean storm,

It was the steadfast lighthouse showing me the way

I regained depleted strength and might and started rowing.

I rowed as strong and fast as my exhausted arms could allow

As I got closer to the light, I realised it was the lighthouse

Incessantly, the lighthouse continued to bring me in to dock

Revealing dangerous coastlines and hazardous shoals till was safe

I have this similar steadfast lighthouse in the storm of my life today

The Lord is my light and salvation, my Redeemer, Savior and friend

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