All night long into the wee hours of the morning does the wind blow and the boat rocks–first to the port then back to starboard. up and down, back and forth. The wind blows continually. Whitecaps whip across Muskegon Lake.
I awaken early with a surprise chill in the air as I turn one more fan off. Daybreak peeks through my covered hatch over my head as if to say, “Daybreak is here now…you cannot ignore.”
As I rise and go to the companionway, I spy the reddish-pink colored sky and recite a famous saying,
“Red sky in the morning, Sailors take warning. Red sky at night, Sailors delight!”
“The Lord reigns in majesty…the seas have lifted up their voice, the seas have lifted up their pounding waves…mightier than the great waters…the Lord on high is mighty.” (Psalm 93)