Roaring

One week has passed since the vacation of dreams and here are my thoughts on reality one week later. God is allowing me to be uncomfortable to fulfill His needs for me. The ferry ride to Martha’s reminds me of life. I needed to refocus. I couldn’t look at the waves soaking up chop.  I couldn’t look at my feelings of discomfort as the boat rocked. I needed to focus on the Rock that sustains. It was as I did this that I could enjoy watching the waves white cap and roar with a ferocious fervor. God gets my attention when and where He wants it.