The sub had been so far beneath the surface that it had reached the area known to sailors as "the cushion of the sea." Although the ocean may be whipped unto huge waves by high winds, the waters below are never stirred.
We encounter our own storms almost every day. Hectic pressures of a busy schedule seem to bounce us around like angry waves. The winds of family, job, and unmet expectations force us off course as we attempt to find the harbor of fulfillment. Unable to calm the storms, we become frantic for a safe refuge.
Those storms on the surface will be with us always, just taking new forms and coming from a variety of directions. The "cushion" that will protect us is found under the surface of our lives, deep within. We must cultivate a sense of tranquility and a place of peace.
© 2004, John C. Fitts, III. All Rights Reserved. Reprinted from Grace Drops, Volume II (2004).