As I write, several months have passed since the island harbor where our boat was stored was destroyed by a hurricane. We still do not have definitive word about the boat. We’ve seen pictures, and it looks to be one of the few still “standing,” though it has sunk into the mud and is in a tangle of wreckage that could take years to sort through. If the inside is flooded, it may not be salvageable at all, even though the hull seems to be intact.
When my mind drifts into worry about the situation, I try to direct my thoughts instead to God’s Word. Psalm 116 reminds me to return to resting in the Lord and to remember His gracious compassion to me. In her 1955 book, Edges of His Ways, Amy Carmichael says, “Many things end—hopes, plans, powers—but not the eternal leadings of the Lord our God. The path leads on through plain and valley and forest, up to the heights. The way is like the sunlit patch on the sea at dawn.”
I don’t know if we’ll sail our boat again, but I am thankful for the experiences God gave us aboard her.