When I had cancer several years ago I held onto the image of a small boat. I was a little boat. I could only hold so much. I could hold my healing and my little family. I couldn’t hold overweaning responsibility. I couldn’t hold guilt. There was only so much room. I share that image often to people who are struggling with difficulties of one kind or another.

The other part of the image is that I believe that I was, and am, held by God. My little boat rests on the sea of God’s grace.

This morning the image came to me again. There are so many things that call for our attention, so many ways that we are called to respond to the world. Sometimes we need to rest in the knowledge that we are held. Sometimes we need to be carried. The waves will come, life will beckon, but we are small boats that can only carry so much.

Blessings,

Cynthia