A Ship Without a Destination

The ship is moving forward. It has left the dock, and is sailing smoothly, quickly. The people on board are rested without a concern in the world. They are enjoying the sunshine and the sound of the water against the side of the boat.

Someone begins to notice that although there is nothing wrong, there is something seriously wrong. The boat is floating well. The winds and waves are not overwhelming. So what is the issue? No one is steering the ship. They are moving at a nice clip, they are not experiencing any obstructions, but they are not sure where they are going either.

This could be exciting. This could be an excellent adventure, if your the adventurous type. Or, this could be terrifying.

As I think about this image, I think about my life. This is where I am right now. Floating, moving, busy, making choices, heading somewhere... Not really sure where. At times it is exciting, just like an excellent adventure would be. But at other times it is extremely terrifying, especially since I am not the only one on board, and others are looking to me as the captain.

Underneath it all lies a steady assurance that my Father is actually the one driving and steering the ship. It is a calm confidence that allows me to rest in Him. I pray that I might know where He is leading. I behave in a way that keeps me moving in the proper direction. Through it all, I must depend on the One who is truly in control, or else I will lose it, or adventure off the path He has chosen for me.