My Tiny Sailboat
At the water’s edge I stood.
Oh my heart was invigorated to see the soft ripples in the water.
There was a warm breeze that also moved my hair.
I felt the Lord’s presence all around me.
I took my tiny balsa wood sailboat and set it in the water.
The gentle wind and the current said a hushed goodbye.
Off across the pond my tiny sailboat went-
As though Christopher Columbus had nothing on him.
It worked so hard to reach what it felt was the open seas.
It was jostled around in the water and it spun about a few times too.
A giant Irish Setter approached it on the other side of the pond.
Licking his chops to pounce upon my precious sailboat.
He had plans of ruining my blessed voyage and sink my mighty vessel.
The Lord had plans of His own too.
A gentle breeze came around and briskly turned my boat around.
My heart raced with anticipation.
I wanted to jump in the pond and scoop up my precious sailboat.
The Lord said to my heart, “No child. This voyage is under my control.”
“I am the anchor. I am the mast. I am the owner of the wind. I will bring your
sailboat back home to you in my perfect timing.”
Then I felt the first drops of rain.
Rhythmically dancing across the surface of the water the rain came down around
my little sailboat.
It propelled my mighty vessel back into my hands.
Oh my heart jumped for joy as I had learned the most important lesson that day!
I learned that once I begin a journey with my Lord and I allow him to steer my
ship that he will always get my boat back to the harbor.
I also learned that what appears to be a storm on the horizon can by the catalyst
to bring my vessel home.
Thank you Lord for seeing me through everything.
I am just a big kid on the most incredible journey!
( a short story for my best friend).
Copyright © Gwendolen Song | Year Posted 2014
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