So here I find myself,
bobbing gently in the Sea of Uncertainty.
Strangely tranquil and composed.
Thinking about all the different elements
of my circumstances,
the broad spectrum of possible outcomes.
A myriad of ways in which things might turn out badly, or worse…
How would I possibly handle that?
Yet again, I am somehow, strangely tranquil,
here in the Sea of Uncertainty,
my concerns clinging close
like the wet clothes of a ‘man overboard’,
acutely aware of my present circumstances,
aware of possible peril,
but curiously void of any feelings of panic.
For until the Lord Himself
removes from me the buoyancy that is life,
at whatever time and in whatever manner He may choose,
I will yet praise Him.
Psalms, hymns, and songs of praise
become spiritual sea shanties here
in the Sea of Uncertainty.
They are born of the Spirit and are living words,
keeping my heart and thoughts keenly focused on Him.
Declaring my faith and His truths,
submitting my uncertainty to His steadfastness.
Through the privilege of sacrificial praise
I can access the God of the Universe
to dissipate the dark clouds,
to gather up the lightning,
to keep the waters calm,
to light the way.
In Him, I can enjoy shelter in the storm,
without needing to be in port.
I can be like a buoy
rocking to and fro on the surface of circumstance,
yet all the while firmly anchored and secure.
My voice becomes like the buoy bell,
the more I get rocked as things get rough,
the more I sing out my shanties of praise.
I cannot see the horizon from here.
but You can, LORD.
In the grand scheme of things, isn’t that all that really matters?
© 2012 Beth A. Viera