I was lucky enough to spend Memorial Day weekend in St. Maarten. During my stay I had a blast trying out paddle boarding for the first time. It was such a thrill to be out far from shore bobbing along the clear blue ocean with only a thin plastic board separating me from the sea all around. As I took in the peace I started thinking more about the ocean and how incredible it actually is. I can’t tell you why, but suddenly I scared myself as I envisioned a large wave fast approaching from the horizon. But the ocean stayed bath water calm. At that moment I knew it was faith keeping me out there. I can’t say I believe there’s an old man sitting high in the clouds controlling the earth down below, but I can tell you I had faith the waves would come just as calmly as they had before. I had faith that this incredibly vast and powerful body of water would take care of me during my time out there. Otherwise I wouldn’t have done it. You don’t go bungee jumping thinking the cord will break.
Of course in life we know all too well, mother-nature and the world around us does not and will not always behave as we hope. I’ve been thinking a lot about the victims of the recent tornadoes in the South and Midwest. It’s hard to imagine being in your own home, a place you feel safe and having a tornado whip through and destroy everything in its path. How do you pick up the pieces? Where do you begin? How do you reclaim your faith? Sometimes things happen that are simply out of our control and we have to accept that. The surviving victims must now rely on faith in order to move forward. Faith that the sun will set and the moon will rise. Faith that they will rebuild. Faith that pain will ease with time.
And when the world does go as you had planned like something as simple as seeing your cupcakes rising in the oven, it’s nice to take a moment to appreciate that. You needn’t be religious or even believe in God but you gotta have faith.