For God hath not given us a spirit of fear, but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind. // 2 Timothy 1:7

Sails stretch open, wind at my back. You fill in the places I forgot were a part of me. I was made for Your Spirit, not the spirit of this age. I was born for your wonder and awe, not this anxiety. To feel what it's really like to be strong -- not the strength of the machines of men, their good ideas, their failed inventions, the fears that drive us only to our shipwreck. 

No, I was crafted for the wild winds -- born from Your holy heart.

My power comes from Heaven. In my weakness Your perfected power pulls me onward, enables me to break through and hold strong. Onward through this voyage, Your mighty heart beats in my chest. Your blood runs through my veins. The waves cannot control me, the voices can't distract me, walking on water, they bow before Your feet. 

We ride together side-by-side, with a roar of worship to the Father in our lungs, praise rumbles louder than thunderstorm and raging torrents. Abiding in Your nearness, leaning on Your navigation, letting You direct my path. You're the reason that I live and the reason I am mighty.