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| Monday, January 28, 2013 |
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| Trusting God When Your Dreams Are Shattered |
I recently had the incredible opportunity to go sailing with some dear friends in San Diego. We spent the afternoon on Terry and Connie’s 30-foot sailboat on an exquisite Southern California day. Beautiful sunshine, perfect temperatures, and ample wind moved us along at a spirited clip.Sea lions, pelicans and blue skies greeted us as we cut a path effortlessly through the salty paradise. We ventured about five miles out into the ocean before the angle of the sun told us it was time to head back in (real sailors don’t wear a watch). Terry pointed to a red roof in the distance, which was the locator for our docking area. As we entered the cove we seemed to be moving closer and closer to the right side levee (big rocks). When Connie would turn the wheel in an attempt to correct our course, the sails would begin to “luff”—flap uselessly in the wind. It was obvious we were not going to be able to sail all the way to the dock on our current path. Terry looked at Connie and told her it was time to “tack”—a term meaning to “come about” into the wind. Although we had done this several times throughout the day, this time when Terry gave the command, Connie’s turn was not just to the left. It was such a drastic turn that we were actually going back diagonally the direction we had come from. With only a little bit of sarcasm, I mentioned to Terry that the “red roof” was now almost behind us. Terry then made a comment I will never forget. He said, “You have to trust me. read more 
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