Saturday, March 4 (3:4)
James: Or look at ships: though they are so large that it takes strong winds to drive them, yet they are guided by a very small rudder wherever the will of the pilot directs.
This verse is a direct reflection of my life right now. Is it a coincidence that it is from St. James, Sant Iago, or Santiago de Compostela? I think not. I am definitely feeling a camino coming on. A new adventure (perhaps somewhere warmer) is waiting.
Of course, I have no idea where the pilot will direct me, but I will go where it leads. Being open to the unknown can be scary, and it's not for the faint of heart. There will always be things that are beyond our control. The best-laid plans always have a contingency plan, and yet things will always work out for our good.
For those who like to have control over everything, this can be hard to accept, but they must accept it.
I'm taking my mom to see her sister for her 90th birthday. It hasn't worked out as planned, and my aunt was very disappointed this afternoon. Many of my aunt's grandchildren could not come, the weather is cold and rainy, and one participant has covid (thankfully, we have not seen him).
I suppose if you're going to live to see 90, you have to give up control and go with the flow a little more. After seeing her this evening, she said it was good that the group was smaller so she could hear everything. There's that silver lining.
May we all go with the flow a little more and let our pilot steer.