Storms come once a year, or maybe more. The scary thing is not knowing if this calm is after or before the storm. Doesn't really matter. No it doesn't. I suppose. It's because we're all sailors. Sailing on a ship called hope. With the cross shaped mass draped in a sail made of purpose which drives us on the wind called destiny. Sailors who thirst for adventures beyond the normalities of the things which drives us to the point of being absurd. But it's fine right? Definitely, why wouldn't we be fine if the Captain is none other than Jesus. But it still won't be easy. Towering waves will still come. But the hope won't sink and the cross will never be broken. A purpose driven by the ever changing destiny but nothing can escape the Captain's eye who steers us forward along the ocean. An ocean called life. The ends of the ocean waiting to reveal itself as we await the Captain to shout along the arrival of an eternal age of glory.
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