“Stand Once More” by Nina Wilson
I haven’t blogged since November of last year, and to be honest it’s because I’ve been stuck on what to write. Nothing and yet everything has happened all at once! I’ve quit two jobs, moved onto the boat with my family, been traveling the U.S. (currently enjoying the weather in the Florida Keys!) and I’ve also been on a journey that’s been tougher than I thought. The journey of continued healing, and continued growth. So, as you can see, it’s hard to choose what to write about! But tonight I felt called to share this little story I was given as I listened to worship music on our fly bridge this evening. So, here’s a spotlight of one of the many places I’m at in life right now.
“I sit still huddled against the captains chair. I’m not even in the chair, I’ve become so frightened that I’ve sat down with my knees pulled closely to my chest. My clothes, now soaked, cling tightly to me and my hair is blown to and fro by the powerful wind. I know this storm. It’s one I’ve rode through before. But this one is different. In the past, as I would once again regain my sea legs and stand, I would find that the storm is gone and the seas calm once more. But not this time. No, this time with every effort to stand comes another huge wave crashing up against me, knocking me back down into my huddled position for me to sit in until I feel strong enough to try again. It feels as if I’ve been in this storm for days. Months. Years. And as I sit there alone, with tears and salt water mixing on my downcast face I feel swallowed whole by the storm. I feel defeated. But just as I’m ready to give up I hear a voice. It calls out from the waters saying, “Ye of little faith! I am the voice who calms the wind and the waves. And I will calm your soul. Get back up! Even if for the millionth time, keep trying! For I am with you, and I’m ready to call you out upon the waters with me! Come! Come!” And, even in the storm He keeps me strong. Ready to stand within an instant, and as the waves begin to subside at the sound of His voice, I can see Him standing there. His hands reaching out to catch me. And by believing in Him, I look out to see the storms calmed again and my boat steering me to once again follow His voice!.”
“I sit still huddled against the captains chair. I’m not even in the chair, I’ve become so frightened that I’ve sat down with my knees pulled closely to my chest. My clothes, now soaked, cling tightly to me and my hair is blown to and fro by the powerful wind. I know this storm. It’s one I’ve rode through before. But this one is different. In the past, as I would once again regain my sea legs and stand, I would find that the storm is gone and the seas calm once more. But not this time. No, this time with every effort to stand comes another huge wave crashing up against me, knocking me back down into my huddled position for me to sit in until I feel strong enough to try again. It feels as if I’ve been in this storm for days. Months. Years. And as I sit there alone, with tears and salt water mixing on my downcast face I feel swallowed whole by the storm. I feel defeated. But just as I’m ready to give up I hear a voice. It calls out from the waters saying, “Ye of little faith! I am the voice who calms the wind and the waves. And I will calm your soul. Get back up! Even if for the millionth time, keep trying! For I am with you, and I’m ready to call you out upon the waters with me! Come! Come!” And, even in the storm He keeps me strong. Ready to stand within an instant, and as the waves begin to subside at the sound of His voice, I can see Him standing there. His hands reaching out to catch me. And by believing in Him, I look out to see the storms calmed again and my boat steering me to once again follow His voice!.”
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