I sat at the lake watching the waves crash against the breakwater
Surrounded by the wilderness of winter, the lake shook violently
The angry wind grabbed ahold of the water pushing it forward
Relentlessly tossing it in my direction on the shore
I was mezmerized by the force that couldn’t be controlled
Sometimes lately I feel like I’m out in the middle of that big lake
Being tossed to and fro, back and forth, buffeted by the force of a storm
I’d like to go back to an easier place, I thought
But I caught myself and steadied my thoughts. I can’t go back, not even to yesterday
I knew that deep in my soul. And then I heard a quiet voice
It was The Still Small Voice speaking to my soul
“The only way is forward. Adjust your sails.”
There’s really not many new truths to learn in this wilderness storm
Only a repositioning, a growing deeper in lessons learned through other storms
I cannot control the way the wind is blowing
The way it’s pushing the water into giant, forceful waves
I can allow the fatigue, the weariness to undo me
Let my hope turn to despair and succumb to the storm
Give it permission to drown me in oppressive thoughts
Or I can choose to adjust my sails and catch the powerful breath of God
And allow His Holy Spirit to aid in moving me forward
I will not focus on the waves, the wind, the storm
I will adjust my sails
Blessings,
*My photo was taken on the shore of Lake Michigan
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