I am the captain of my ship, Zest.
On 10 January 2019, Zest was awash, i.e. so low in the water that water was washing over her deck. We were going through a particularly violent tempest. I was being hurled from one side to the other, holding on for dear life, and wondering at times whether we would outlive this storm. We were dead in the water and I would have to abandon my ship. It was all hands on deck, when I decided that it was time to take responsibility and get rid of some of the cargo on Zest. It was a very tough decision to make, but I was between the devil and the deep blue sea. As we left the jetsam in our wake, Zest sprung a leak and I was bailing out the water hand over fist to stay afloat.
“SOS SOS”, I called in distress, “SOS SOS!”
A voice crackled over the radio, it was Mothership, “Zest, I am here to assist you. I can get you out of your predicament. I am close by. Sail true north.”
A flicker of hope. A beacon of safety.
Zest kept the bearing to the bitter end. The green light dead ahead indicated that we would be ok. It was touch and go, but with the help of Mothership we survived, Zest and I.
The human heart is like a ship on a stormy sea driven about by winds blowing from all four corners of heaven.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
Ps 73:26 My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.
Prov 3:5-6 Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths.