A Metaphor
“Oh how I could miss the smooth waters of the lake I used to sail on back home. Back when I could look up and see land at any given time, and the only dependence I had on the water was to keep me supplied with enough fish for my family. Sailing on the ocean is a whole new world though. What will appear to be as smooth as glass one moment will turn drastically to destruction the next, threatening everything that stands in the path of its monstrous billows. There is no joy that comes from fighting an angry sea, only prayer and lots of persistence. But I realized something today that really never had gripped my mind. First off, to start with, dawn came so early this morning. It seemed as though I was only asleep for a mere 5 minutes before the call to the main deck was given. When I finally stationed myself I felt a change of the wind. It kicked up a few knots and I instantly knew that today was going to be the roughest day of my short time lived as an Ocean Sailor. Boy was I ever right. Never before have I seen a storm so violent. It would roar as a lion and terrorize the vessel as a bully on the playground with a smaller child. You could tell by the dynamics of each crashing wave that this storm was out for utter demolition, and it would not be stilled unless it could possess just that. We battled the storm all day in fear that we just may lose all this time. But all of a sudden, almost as fast as it sprang upon us, it turned tail and passed beyond our danger until we could no longer even feel the rocking of the vessel from its fierce winds. It was shortly after this, while I was cleaning up the debris that I understood… “Smooth sailing never produces skilled sailors. Skill comes only from experience, and experience comes only from patient endurance of each storm.” So I have decided to just skip the complaints of each storm that blows my way and to start learning from them instead. Here I come sea waters! Bring on the storms if you like, I will just ride each out with prayer one day at a time.”
“Oh how I could miss the smooth waters of the lake I used to sail on back home. Back when I could look up and see land at any given time, and the only dependence I had on the water was to keep me supplied with enough fish for my family. Sailing on the ocean is a whole new world though. What will appear to be as smooth as glass one moment will turn drastically to destruction the next, threatening everything that stands in the path of its monstrous billows. There is no joy that comes from fighting an angry sea, only prayer and lots of persistence. But I realized something today that really never had gripped my mind. First off, to start with, dawn came so early this morning. It seemed as though I was only asleep for a mere 5 minutes before the call to the main deck was given. When I finally stationed myself I felt a change of the wind. It kicked up a few knots and I instantly knew that today was going to be the roughest day of my short time lived as an Ocean Sailor. Boy was I ever right. Never before have I seen a storm so violent. It would roar as a lion and terrorize the vessel as a bully on the playground with a smaller child. You could tell by the dynamics of each crashing wave that this storm was out for utter demolition, and it would not be stilled unless it could possess just that. We battled the storm all day in fear that we just may lose all this time. But all of a sudden, almost as fast as it sprang upon us, it turned tail and passed beyond our danger until we could no longer even feel the rocking of the vessel from its fierce winds. It was shortly after this, while I was cleaning up the debris that I understood… “Smooth sailing never produces skilled sailors. Skill comes only from experience, and experience comes only from patient endurance of each storm.” So I have decided to just skip the complaints of each storm that blows my way and to start learning from them instead. Here I come sea waters! Bring on the storms if you like, I will just ride each out with prayer one day at a time.”
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