Sailing Away

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Sailing Away...

I have so many thoughts floating around my head, I need a lifejacket just to think.  Well come aboard my ship, I’ll try to show you around.

See here is the problem.  Im not really sure what kind of ship Im on, in my head its one thing; in my heart its a whole other boat.  

My heart has set sail on an Alaskan, Caribbean, or Mediterranean Cruise Liner.  One I’ve only seen in my dreams or on a travel brochure, but alas, my heart is sailing away somewhere in a ballgown and eating 8 course meals 3 times a day.  My heart is prancing around the deck without a care in the world.  Sunning by the pool, staying up late and getting up well past sunrise.  Im signing up for every excursion and adventure on deck.  Only well behaved and well maintained children aboard this ship.  Not a care in the world.  My heart, its sailing away.

Problem is, heart and head are on two different ships.  Somewhere out at sea the communication broke down.  My head, headed a different direction.

All my heart really wanted was a good time, and quite frankly, my head wouldn’t let allow my heart to do that.  My heart was broken and my head jumped overboard.

Luck would have it that my head found a U.S. Navy Vessel.  This served the head well.  Strictly business.  Exactly what it needed to stay on course.  Everyone had a job to do and everyone did it.  Uniforms were neat and tidy, rooms were clean, schedules followed, meals served.  Just the way it ought to be. 

Problem is, my head and heart are cruising along…in different directions.  I know my heart and head need an anchor that will hold them both where they need to be.  Without my anchor, Jesus, I drift away from that balance in my heart and head.

More often than not, this voyage of life takes me in more ways than I’d like.  My captain (God), keeps me on course even in the unsteady and rough waters.  I see the waves ahead and Im trusting that God sees beyond the raging seas to the calm and clear water ahead.

Which ship are you aboard?  Whats anchoring you?  So thankful I have the Lord navigating the sea with me.

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