When I was in the navy and we were coming home from the North Atlantic we had just refueled in the Azores, Portugal. The seas looked gentle and rolling about 5 or 6 feet high but spaced kind of irregularly.
We took two swells close enough together that we raised up and raised up and then-
There was nothing under us. We fell, descending, submerging...
The bridge window was marked at 40 feet high so that the math whiz quartermasters could gauge the horizon. We had windows surrounding us on three sides (thank God we had the bridge hatches closed)we were looking at green water.
Not clear water, indicating that we were skimming the surface, green water the color green you see when you go snorkeling.
A trip to San Francisco. A three day excursion in worship, 4 services if you count our regulars. And now nothing.
The locals that have seemed to count on me to watch their backs are ignoring me.
I'm not sure what I'm trying to get at here, but I'm trying to deal with alienation, cynicism and no direction all at once.
I feel a little like Cap'n Jack Sparrow in the third movie when he couldn't make his compass that pointed to the desire of his heart, work.
Better news next time... I suspect... i hope...
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Oh large bear type person, isn't it better to have gone and seen that to have never gone at all?
People are fickle, Aren't you glad the King of Kings and Lord of Lord's is not? He loves you and he loves every timbrel and noise you make in honor of Him.
Brother Bear, understand this: you are no longer on that ship, and while it may often feel like the sea is dropping out from under you, yet you will not fall, and you will not drown. The One Who has engraved you into the palm of His hands is not fickle like the sea or bound by regulations like the Navy. He will never let you fall.
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