Where is My LORD When the Storm Blows?

The winds, they will blow

And the ocean will roar

When you leave the safe harbor

Where the fragile safely moor.

Where is my Father

Who I'd seen in the sunshine

Where now I sail my boat

Over the mouth of the hungry brine?

He is not in my sail,

Although for him it was hung.

He is not in the wind,

Although it blows from his lungs.

He is not in the seabed

On which my anchor may stay

Until your coaxing voice

Sends me to sail away.

I keep seeking You, LORD,

in my small allegory,

But then You say over the wind,

"I am more than your story!"

"In your worldly possessions

I cannot be found.

Get your eyes off your boat, child,

My beloved, look around!

"I am not in the weather,

Either troubled or fair,

I Am the guy walking on water

Just over there!"

"I Am not part of your story,

YOUR story is MINE.

I Am beyond imagination,

But you will know My sign."

"Release now your rudder

And get out of the boat.

It is none of your business

If you'll sink or you'll float."

"Into my wilds

From your boat now be free.

You will go much, much farther

If you'll walk now with me."

by Kimberlee Long on 4/14/18

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I wrote this poem at a women's conference in South Carolina.

I have been called by God to the military but was recently diagnosed with Diabetes at the Military Entrance Processing Station and disqualified. Some friends, with good intentions, tried to tell me I had just rushed into my own dreams without first consulting God, or that I had heard this calling wrong. But God assured me that despite my disappointment and a door seemingly slamming in my face, He was the one to call me and the one to shut the door.

I cannot begin to describe the intense need to know why, but He wouldn't tell me. He maybe never will. All I do know is that that calling will not be my only calling, and He will lead me to greater things still. I grieved the loss of my dream since middle school, and that was okay, but God then took my heart as it was swept around in the storm, clinging to the boat in obedience to my Christ as I waited for Him to show Himself.

I thought He would give me direction, but He is taking me out blind. You cannot plan your steps when you're blind, but He has them all mapped out, so I am just going to have to trust Him.

And why shouldn't I? When you know what it feels like to be called, it doesn't matter where following leads you. Adventure? Bring it on. Success? Give it to the LORD. A slammed door? Alrighty then. Whatever I face, with God, I know I will walk on the water. So I trust Him. It's none of my business if I'll sink or I'll float.