“You rule the raging of the sea; When its waves rise, You still them.”

Psalms 89:9 NKJV

Being in a boat isn’t scary.
It’s being adrift.
Unanchored, unconnected,
Insignificant.
Amongst the crowded waves,
Lost and alone.
Forsaken, abandoned.
Small, again.
But the waves haven’t even started.

The crashing, overwhelming monsters.
Deafening waves.
But they are not the only things out on the sea.
There’s always more.
For with waves comes roaring winds.
They’re so loud.
Both waves and winds work together to consume,
Everything.

Waves and winds swallow and spit at each other.
Nothing is safe.
Waves and winds must be expressed and in control.
Join or die.
Waves and winds don’t care about things that are adrift.
It’s hopeless.

Yet…

There’s stillness.
Quiet, peaceful, calm stillness.
It does not boast to be more powerful than winds or waves.
Stillness just is.

It comes and it cares.
It rescues the adrift.
Not by pulling them from the sea.
Stillness is with them at sea. 

It gives instead of consumes.
It holds for rest instead of taking control.
It guides instead of roars.
It loves instead of drowns.

Being adrift can be scary,
If there’s no Stillness.