The waves crash over us

and we hold on,

unsure of whether or not to

allow them to sweep us out.


But under the crest heights

we cling to

words of life,

to each other,

and to promises of things eternal.

“All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.” ~Anatole France

Those who know your name trust in you, for you, LORD, have never forsaken those who seek you. Psalm 9:10

And we feel like that we’re going through a great time of distress and trials, perplexity of the time and distress between the nations, and all kinds of things happening, and sometimes I get engulfed like I. . . . Everywhere I look it’s like in a ship out on the sea. And I’ve been given charge of the boat. And how are we going to make it? Here comes one with a white cap, hundred times bigger than my ship. But we’ll crest them, every one. We are more than victors through Him. The captain, the chief captain, has got ahold of the string on the end of the ship; He’ll pull it through. We’ll crest every one of them. – William Branham, Spiritual Food In Due Season, July 18, 1965