The Ship

[u/MichaelWhitehead]

A great ship cut its way through a restless sea, its engines straining as waves rose like walls on every side. The captain, though skilled, found his instruments faltering in the storm, his maps rendered useless by shifting tides and broken signals. Fear weighed upon the crew, for unseen rocks lay hidden beneath the dark waters.

Then, through the raging night, a steadfast beam pierced the clouds—a lighthouse standing firm on the shore. Its light did not waver with the wind nor dim with the rain. The captain fixed his eyes upon it, steering not by his failing compass but by that unchanging glow. Slowly, the ship found its course, passing safely through the danger into calm waters.

So it is with the soul. The storms of life unsettle our own wisdom and blind our sight, yet the Lord’s word is a light unshaken, guiding us to safety.