He Who Overcomes The Sea
My husband will have blue eyes.
The young Sailor will rise one morning, and all will be fresh and new before him. He will have places to see, promises to fulfill, dreams to live. And though he will at first be unaware, the Sea he is about to ride, which is his coming future, is not known to offer mercy, nor extend grace during storms. And there will be storms, trials, many of them. Because it is simply ... the Sea.
The Sailor will leave his Home he once knew so well, where his family and friends surrounded him; a reliance they became. And he will leave for the harbor, the place he once feared to walk. We will stand with him, and pray, as he bids his farewells and boards the Ship. The Ship is his faith, the trust and hope in which he places fully on the Lord. And this Ship is his own, no one else’s, and he must take great care in sailing it.
The Sailor will leave that morning, that morning remembered by all, and he will face the Sea which has much in store for him, things he never imagined. Terrible things. Frightening things. Enticing things. Evil things. But He will not face them alone, certainly not; he will face them by the strengthening hand of his Ship, his faith, which earnestly seeks to uphold him, to keep him from stumbling. And when the ropes are cut, he will enter into the current of the Sea, taking all that he has, and offering it.
Storms will blow. Waters will collide. Winds will rush. Waves will crash. Rain will fall. And the Sailor will be afraid. He will cry out in the storm, my God, have mercy; save me from this wicked thing! Again and again he will cry out, and when there is no answer, the Sailor will hold fast to his Ship, and ride each storm out. This is hope.
There will come a place in Sea, where the waters are tame and placid, untroubled and smooth. They will appear lovely, calm, as though no unclean thing has touched them. And the Sailor will be tempted to travel these waters, to sail along these slowly moving currents while they last. But these waters are not what they seem. The Sailor knows this. But he will be weary from the storm, in search of traveling with ease. The gentle waves will allure him, draw him in silently, but will he resist? He will. He will refuse the crystal waters, and turn the rudder in another direction, for he knows it would only lead to destruction. He will resist, and turn away.
And finally, on that day, that glorious day, the Sailor and his Ship will return Home. Though he be worn and tired, beaten and tattered, weary and spent, he will be strengthened and renewed all the same. And the Sea will take notice of it. The Ship will rejoice. The Sailor will triumph.
My husband's eyes will be blue, stained with the ocean's waters, for he will have conquered the sea.
The young Sailor will rise one morning, and all will be fresh and new before him. He will have places to see, promises to fulfill, dreams to live. And though he will at first be unaware, the Sea he is about to ride, which is his coming future, is not known to offer mercy, nor extend grace during storms. And there will be storms, trials, many of them. Because it is simply ... the Sea.
The Sailor will leave his Home he once knew so well, where his family and friends surrounded him; a reliance they became. And he will leave for the harbor, the place he once feared to walk. We will stand with him, and pray, as he bids his farewells and boards the Ship. The Ship is his faith, the trust and hope in which he places fully on the Lord. And this Ship is his own, no one else’s, and he must take great care in sailing it.
The Sailor will leave that morning, that morning remembered by all, and he will face the Sea which has much in store for him, things he never imagined. Terrible things. Frightening things. Enticing things. Evil things. But He will not face them alone, certainly not; he will face them by the strengthening hand of his Ship, his faith, which earnestly seeks to uphold him, to keep him from stumbling. And when the ropes are cut, he will enter into the current of the Sea, taking all that he has, and offering it.
Storms will blow. Waters will collide. Winds will rush. Waves will crash. Rain will fall. And the Sailor will be afraid. He will cry out in the storm, my God, have mercy; save me from this wicked thing! Again and again he will cry out, and when there is no answer, the Sailor will hold fast to his Ship, and ride each storm out. This is hope.
There will come a place in Sea, where the waters are tame and placid, untroubled and smooth. They will appear lovely, calm, as though no unclean thing has touched them. And the Sailor will be tempted to travel these waters, to sail along these slowly moving currents while they last. But these waters are not what they seem. The Sailor knows this. But he will be weary from the storm, in search of traveling with ease. The gentle waves will allure him, draw him in silently, but will he resist? He will. He will refuse the crystal waters, and turn the rudder in another direction, for he knows it would only lead to destruction. He will resist, and turn away.
And finally, on that day, that glorious day, the Sailor and his Ship will return Home. Though he be worn and tired, beaten and tattered, weary and spent, he will be strengthened and renewed all the same. And the Sea will take notice of it. The Ship will rejoice. The Sailor will triumph.
My husband's eyes will be blue, stained with the ocean's waters, for he will have conquered the sea.
postato da Amanda | 7:34 PM
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