I am prone to motion sickenness. Roller coasters, cars, boats...my head hurts at the thought. My physical body can't tolerate it but my spirit has been out to sea for 4 years now. I've survived monsoons, rogue waves, being lost at sea, fierce stormy waters. Four years. I've begged and pleaded for the boat to turn around and dock. I longed to walk freely in the sunshine again. Irony is I've never walked freely in the sunshine. I had chained myself to a steel prison. Fear was my captor.
I can honestly say the 4 years I've been sea bound have been good for me, for my spirit. I testify to the truth of the old Englishman Mark Guy Pearse's words "O Lord, send us into deep water of the sea, for we are so close to the shore that even a small breeze from the devil could break our ship to pieces on the rocks. Again, Lord, send us into the deep water of the sea, where there will be plenty of room to win a glorious victory." I don't deny the storm's relentless thrashing against my flesh, my fear, my doubt, has in actuality been my friend. I can stand in authority and fire fear from his job as my prison guard because hope took over.
I'm not afraid anymore. I'm a prisoner of hope and my faith is audacious. All that is within me waits patiently for the Lord to bring me to my yellow places.
My ship is about to dock. I've read a book called "Disconnected Kids" by Dr. Robert Melillo. It's the explanation, the answers I've been waiting for. The provision of treatment I've hoped for. The journey of faith is blind, but now the Lord has given me sight. Hebrews 11:1.
"He calmed the storm to a whisper and stilled the waves. What a blessing was that stillness as he brought them safely into harbor." Psalm 107: 29-30 NLT