Entry 4
Set me a sail upon
a boat destined to your city Lord. I drift from shore, my sail pointed to the
open ocean. There is but one path to shore. I lay down to rest, yet the peril
of the oncoming wind drives me to fear. Fill my heart with faith. Let my fear
turn to faith as I meditate on your promises for my life. In the tempest of
this storm I will praise you, my Lord. I know that you do not wish for me to fear
– I know you do not will for me to suffer. This world is harsh, this world is
painful. I unite my suffering to the Cross. I lay my burdens down at the foot
of your Son, Jesus Christ. And I will be my brother’s keeper so that the whole
world will know that we’re not alone. I trust in you, Lord, I trust that your
will is perfect.
Even in the dark,
I can still see the light. My soul has been illuminated by your light and I
rest easy in your calm amidst the calamity surrounding me. The external world
has no control over me, for you are the only God of my life. I am vulnerable in
this world, yes, but it is for your sake that I suffer in this world. The
thorns of the external world only function to bind my soul more tightly and
fervently to your soul, O Lord. Let this crown of thorns pierce me deeply, so
that I may find comfort in you all the more. The Christian life is one of joy
and patience in affliction. It is a Christians duty to the world to be joyful,
and loving in this place of utmost trial. The hurdles of this world draw me to
the heavens just as a sapling, after the torrent subsides, sprouts powerfully
and continues to prosper well into its old age. Let my youth not be free from
peril, but let the storms of my youth cause me to trust more fully in your
providential goodness so that I may grow more faithful in my old age. I adore
you, I find peace in you. I do not with for an affliction burdened with
anxiety, but an affliction in which my peace and earnest nature is most evident
in you. Selah.
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