I’ve not built a vessel worthy of this storm. I am not anchored, not protected, left vulnerable to the pain and sting of water lashing against my exposed skin.
Do I venture off to walk on the water? Does God call me to have faith? Or is faith a poor synonym for stupidity?
When I risk and am met with a storm, do I turn my back on my venture?
If I set sail on calm waters with the sun bright above me only to be thrown in the waves, do I doubt the whole journey?
I must accept this storm.
We will weather it together.