Captain, My Captain

I feel at the the beginnings stages of this blog going forward, I may as well put this out there:

My soul is bursting to express itself through words as a form of praise to my Creator. I write to Him above all organizations, peoples and Earth forms regardlessof their brilliance, truths and perfections. He is who I answer to, look to first, listen to…first.

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I really have nothing to prove to anyone but Him. Jesus Christ is my main audience. I mean yes, I speak and write for the well-being of my own soul and I lend my voice to provide insight and direction to like-minded Truth Seekers, but He is ultimately the Source of all that insight and direction. And for that matter, He’s the reason I’m even a Truth Seeker to begin with.

He gets it (the intricacies, heartbreaks and beauties of being a woman) and I’m just trying to play catch-up as a mortal female. Every time I’ve plopped into the captain’s chair, the winds swell a little stronger than my skill level. Either that, or the seas may be so calm that I get a little too comfy/cozy at the wheel.

I used to think that because I was a living, breathingcreationI was entitled to captain hood (is that even a word?). But the thing is, Im a co-captain. I am a captain, but not THECaptain.
With that said, I stillfind this so incredibly inspiring:

I Am the Captain of My Soul

Out of the night that covers me
black as the pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever gods may be
for my unconquerable soul

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
looms but the horror of the shade
and yet the menace of the years
finds, and shall find me, unafraid

It matters not how strait the gate
how charged with punishments the scroll
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul

by William Earnest Henley

I think what Henley so beautifully pens is that no matter how strong thewind and the waves, we can choose to hold fear or courage. God will never usurp authority over our self-governance. He can “man the sails” of our storms bydiminishing the fear and magnifying the courage, but it is WE whoultimately decide whether to let Him.

The highest way to self-govern is to relinquish your Station in the captain’s chairto the One at the helm of the skies and the seas and the wind…at the very helm of the human captain herself.

“…What manner of man is this, that even the winds and the sea obey him!” (Matthew 8:27)

The manner of man I want to follow.
Despite my deep longing to follow His lead, I find that sometimesthatco-captain’s chair isnot the easiestStation to take. But then again, Sacred ones never are.

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