When you are at sea, as far as the eye is cast, the waters follow. Horizons offer nothing but a setting sun, and a rising one. For change, you seek the weather. For shore, you have only hope. So, let us learn from the sea. If we would touch the waters near, we would feel the waters far. We know the distant tides by those that are close. The waters ripple beneath cloud at night the same as during day. Though we see their gentle waves, they never go away. So it is with life. There are constants. There are things that never change, regardless the weather, regardless the sunshine, regardless the pass of time. Let us look at the far-flung waters, and the ones we ride upon, and know a God in heaven is master of all tides. We must learn to trust the sea, and we must learn its waves are not its own. The power of the sea, is not the waves, themselves, but in the power that rides above those waves. There must lie our trust. We must trust that the waves are not bigger than their maker. A giant sea does not swallow its master. If we would make peace with the sea, we must rely on the one it answers to -- that force that is constant through time and tide. We must look not to the waves, but to the master of the waves to know which way to sail.
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