When my dad met me in the courtyard to walk me down the aisle at my wedding, his face was green\u2014literally green.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In celebration of my pending nuptials he joined my groom-to-be and all of the groomsmen on a wedding-day deep-sea-fishing excursion. That\u2019s how we learned that the deep sea is no place for my dad. He became so seasick that his skin looked green, even hours after the boat returned to the dock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When I read about Paul\u2019s sailing \u201cadventures\u201d in Acts 27\u201328, my dad\u2019s seasick face comes to mind. As one often does when recounting something harrowing, the writer of these verses spares no detail. His descriptive words paint a picture of a trip gone terribly wrong: Dangerous. Disaster. Unsuitable. Fierce. Severely battered. Raging.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What my dad endured was nothing like what Paul and his companions went through. Yet we can all picture ourselves in the eye of a terrible storm. No, I\u2019ve never been stuck at sea. I\u2019ve never clung to a physical mast while winds and waves blocked the stars from my view, but I know how it feels to be storm tossed, to be pummeled by the tempests of life and wonder if I would survive. I think of the storm of my parent\u2019s divorce. The storm of hearing that my child might not make it. The storm of painful church conflict. The storm of a severed friendship. The storm of cultural upheaval. The storm of my mother\u2019s illness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because the storms keep raging, we all know how it feels when \u201call hope [is] fading that we [can] be saved\u201d (Acts 27:20). As I consider the storm-tossed life, the story of Paul\u2019s shipwreck tosses me a life raft of hope. Consider your own rough seas as you reflect on the passage below.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But the centurion kept them from carrying out their plan because he wanted to save Paul, and so he ordered those who could swim to jump overboard first and get to land. The rest were to follow, some on planks and some on debris from the ship. In this way, everyone safely reached the shore. Though the going is rarely easy, the Lord who commands the seas and the storms is always with us. Though we may be battered and bruised by our brokenness, still we can cling to hope in Christ. In every storm He is our anchor, and the storm-tossed life will not end with our ultimate demise. Today we can keep paddling homeward even if we\u2019re only clinging to the planks of our hope. Because Christ has promised that one day we will safely reach heaven\u2019s shore.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" When my dad met me in the courtyard to walk me down the aisle at my wedding, his face was green\u2014literally green. In celebration of my pending nuptials he joined my groom-to-be and all of the groomsmen on a wedding-day deep-sea-fishing excursion. That\u2019s how we learned that the deep sea is no place for my […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":52,"featured_media":72916,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[308],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-73263","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-acts26"],"acf":{"hero_background_image":false,"related_plans":[73104],"weekly_truth":false,"grace_day":false,"share_text":"#SheReadsTruth","devotional_text":"THE STORM-TOSSED SHIP<\/b> When my dad met me in the courtyard to walk me down the aisle at my wedding, his face was green\u2014literally green.<\/p> In celebration of my pending nuptials he joined my groom-to-be and all of the groomsmen on a wedding-day deep-sea-fishing excursion. That\u2019s how we learned that the deep sea is no place for my dad. He became so seasick that his skin looked green, even hours after the boat returned to the dock.<\/p> When I read about Paul\u2019s sailing \u201cadventures\u201d in Acts 27\u201328, my dad\u2019s seasick face comes to mind. As one often does when recounting something harrowing, the writer of these verses spares no detail. His descriptive words paint a picture of a trip gone terribly wrong: Dangerous. Disaster. Unsuitable. Fierce. Severely battered. Raging.<\/p> What my dad endured was nothing like what Paul and his companions went through. Yet we can all picture ourselves in the eye of a terrible storm. No, I\u2019ve never been stuck at sea. I\u2019ve never clung to a physical mast while winds and waves blocked the stars from my view, but I know how it feels to be storm tossed, to be pummeled by the tempests of life and wonder if I would survive. I think of the storm of my parent\u2019s divorce. The storm of hearing that my child might not make it. The storm of painful church conflict. The storm of a severed friendship. The storm of cultural upheaval. The storm of my mother\u2019s illness.<\/p> Because the storms keep raging, we all know how it feels when \u201call hope [is] fading that we [can] be saved\u201d (Acts 27:20). As I consider the storm-tossed life, the story of Paul\u2019s shipwreck tosses me a life raft of hope. Consider your own rough seas as you reflect on the passage below.<\/p> But the centurion kept them from carrying out their plan because he wanted to save Paul, and so he ordered those who could swim to jump overboard first and get to land. The rest were to follow, some on planks and some on debris from the ship. In this way, everyone safely reached the shore.<\/em> Though the going is rarely easy, the Lord who commands the seas and the storms is always with us. Though we may be battered and bruised by our brokenness, still we can cling to hope in Christ. In every storm He is our anchor, and the storm-tossed life will not end with our ultimate demise. Today we can keep paddling homeward even if we\u2019re only clinging to the planks of our hope. 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