09/25/2026
There is something about a stormy sea that feels strangely familiar to me.
I know what it is to have life rise like these waves, powerful, unpredictable, and frightening. Maybe that is why I can stand before a restless ocean and still see beauty.
I’ve learned that a storm doesn’t mean God has left.
I see Him in the strength of the waves, in the light slipping through the clouds, and in the wild beauty that refuses to be still.
Maybe that is why I find such peace here. I have stood in rough waters before, and through every storm, I was still held by His hands.
Real Brigantine