Poem – Plans

 

I have set in my mind my path and course. 

 

Plotted out the direction and the means.

 

Invested in the resources needed to make the trip.

 

Then comes the storms.

 

Unexpected and unseen.

 

The waves of the unexpected come forcing me into survival instead of seeking.

 

I am blown far off course and find myself in an uncharted sea.

 

My plans are tossed to the floor, the chart loss in the confusion, and I steer only to avoid crashing and sinking.

 

I am weary beyond my last measure of strength.

 

LORD, do YOU not care I am perishing?

 

How little faith I have.

 

Arise LORD, speak the words, “Be still” once more and demonstrate that YOU are ruler of storms and seas.   YOU are ruler of me.

 

Let me always add to my plans one final line “If the Lord wills”