“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart…”
All night the little boat tossed about on the stormy sea. Wave after wave pounded the deck. The good Captain braved the wind and the rain, walking back and forth, keeping a watchful eye on his beloved boat. The little boat was lifted high atop a wave and then dashed back into the water. It shuddered from the force. “All is lost,” the boat cried out. “I can’t hold together.” A few boards splintered and broke off, washing away into the churning sea.
“You’ll make it!” the Captain yelled into the din of the storm.
“The storm is too much,” worried the little boat.
“Trust me” shouted the Captain, as he leaned into the wind and turned the little boat into an oncoming wave. Hour after hour, the boat battled the raging sea. As the sun slowly rose over the horizon, the storm gave up. Blue skies stretched out for miles and miles.
The Captain explained to the little boat as they rode calm waters back to shore, “I grew your lumber. I planed your boards. I built you by hand. You may fray and splinter, but you’ll never come apart. I built you to withstand the storms.”
That’s how He built us, too. He grew our lumber. He planed our boards. He built us by hand. We are God’s beloved ships, each of us on a course that He has set; a course that we can trust, even in the storms.