A quick song

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I love the Pirates of the Caribbean movies. They are {relatively} clean, fun, fantasy, and have happy memories of sweet girlfriends on rare summer nights away from babies and lives at home.

One of the movies was on television the other night, and I recorded it for those moments when I just want to watch something to turn my brain off before I go to sleep.

Sometimes that works, and sometimes it doesn't. 

I was sunk down in the bed last night, nose and eyes poked out of the covers, rather wishing I could just stay there indefinitely. The air was turned down, the fan on high, the bed and covers were soft. The priviledge of being in such comfort-safe, not hungry, not hurting- is never lost on me. I was as humanly comfortable as one can be, and appreciative of it too. 

But.

The inside of me was a raging storm.

As I poked my head out, I fumbled to find the remote to the television and flip it on to my movie. I picked up where I had previously left off, which just happened during to be an epic battle between two large ship dueling in the midst of an enormous whirlpool {excuse me. It's called a "maelstrom." And no, I could not have spelled that had my life depended on it.}

There were bullets flying, swords swinging, people yelling, rain pouring, men fighting, waves raging and pounding-war between men enveloped within nature's fury.

I thought, "Hey, that looks like what I feel on the inside..."

{And yes, I embrace my dramatic side. It's that flair that keeps me interesting.}

Or so I tell myself.

Anyway, that is still a pretty good representation of all that was battling in my heart and my mind. 

But then, there he was. 

The bad captain. At the wheel of his ship, happily steering the massive vessel to keep it tottering on the brink of destruction. He would occasionally use his sword to defend himself against an attack, one hand on the wheel, all the while grinning away.

And I thought, 

"Why am I not more like that?"

When the storm starts to roll, the wind picks up, the attack starts, I get a sick, panicky feeling in my stomach and I...

well, that depends on the day. I have a list that I go through. Some good things, most are bad. Fleshly. Temporal.

But why not be like him?

Why not sail through fully confident in Christ? 

Oh, there is so much here I could say, but for once, I'm not. 

That image has stayed with me all day, though. The picture of that silly captain in a silly movie showing me so clearly a picture of a part of why Christ came to die. Not only to fulfill His Father's plan and include us in this grand plan of redemption, but to give me hope in the midst of suffering. 

I will not be surprised at what God uses to teach me. And what He will use to remind me of truth.

Then, as I was cleaning the kitchen, God got a hold of my Pandora. {I love it when He does that.} 

I had never heard this song before. It just resonates what I so desperately want to feel and be during the storm. 

{{I do need to start making my own videos though. The cheesiness of some of these videos kills me. But that's not the point...}}

So that's the song I'm singing today with the image of a dirty pirate at the wheel of a ship about to sink into oblivion - grinning from ear to ear.

Lord, You allow me to smile at the storm. Help my courage be in You.