God Wins…but can I ?

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We’re in same storm, NOT on same boat



“. . . like living in a movie”

 “. . . bad dream that I can’t wake up from”

For many people, these words describe their life experience during Covid-19.

One metaphor used to describe this community situation, “We are all in the same boat.”

Are we really?

For me, it feels as though we are in the same storm, but isolated on different types of boats. I am bobbing up and down on a vicious ocean ride. And so are you.

When I look across the choppy waters, I see each of you. For miles, I can make out different types of boats – each with their own purpose and strength. I see cruise ships, yachts, houseboats, battleships, speedboats, canoes, gondolas, ferries and hovercrafts. My foggy view of your boat results in vast assumptions about the way that you are coping with the dark skies, harsh winds and loud thunder.

In my mind, yachts must be gliding through the crisis with comfort and confidence. Hovercrafts must be working hard and coming to the rescue of specific people. Battleships must be powerful and won’t allow trials to define their success.  Canoes must be vulnerable and need immediate help.

Because I can only see your boat from a distance, I don’t know what’s going on inside it. Although your home is a spectacular cruise ship, I can’t see the teeny tiny hole that leaks water. You may not know it’s there either. Its size grows each week and the water gushes inside. Your boat is sure to sink if you don’t get help. I don’t come to your rescue because your boat is not showing external warning signs.

And from your line of sight, you can’t see the microburst that damages my ferry.

And we both don’t know that the simple canoe has navigated many life storms. Because of its solid build and experience, the canoe may best navigate the monsoon.

Sometimes, I feel that I’m on the vulnerable canoe. For me, times of unchosen isolation trigger memories of my daughter’s battle with cancer. I was sequestered in my home with her for several months at a time. My contact with other people, during her illness, was very minimal.  The present shelter brings back familiar thoughts and feelings.

Other times, I’m the battleship – ready to fight hard and sacrifice for the people who I love. Each of us has built different sailing muscles to deal with life challenges.

Let’s keep in mind that during a storm, it is hard to see clearly.  Before judging ourselves and others, let’s start by seeking more information. Sample questions:

  • Am I seeing people around me clearly? If not, how can I ask good questions to help them trust me with their thoughts, feelings and needs?
  • How is this crisis affecting others?
  • Are my assumptions based on an external view only?
  • On which type of boats are my family members, friends and co-workers?

Go even deeper – a personal reflection challenge:

  • What type of boat am I on during this oceanic whirlwind?
  • What strength do I offer the people near me?
  • Is my vision today influenced by past storms? If so, what is the impact on me and others?

If we take time to pause and assess where we are, we’ll surely conquer the rough waves.

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Photo: Courtesy Pixaby

“For you have been a stronghold to the poor, a stronghold to the needy in his distress, a shelter from the storm and a shade from the heat . . . “ Isaiah 25:4 ESV

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Author: Marie E Guthrie

What can I say about myself? My heart beats fast for my family, friends and calling. Professionally, I have a passion for helping people and organizations tell their stories in a compelling way and I have been doing this fun work my whole career. Never once bored in the marketing and communications profession. Presently, I am providing consulting services to corporate and nonprofit organizations. For seven years, I was the Senior Director of Corporate Marketing and Communications at Awana. I am dedicated to learning how to better love my family members and friends. I am married to a very special man, Mark. I have two children. Grant in his college years - a treasure. My beautiful daughter Leah is now in heaven. Her 14 month battle with cancer has taken me down a road that I never thought I'd go, but I would do it all again. This blog is dedicated to my brave and faithful daughter. At a young age, I was drawn to the sacrificial love I learned about as I was taught about Christ. My heart since age eight was transformed from total selfishness to a heart that desired to love God and others. This love has driven who I am - far from perfect, but dedicated to the One who loves me more than any human ever could. I have questions for God about the story of my life; I wrestle with Him about losing Leah, but He and I go deep. Still feel His arms around me. We are taking it day by day.

8 thoughts on “We’re in same storm, NOT on same boat

  1. Marie, you were able to capture the feeling of isolation so descriptively. I’m sorry you’re feeling it again. I’m always here for you my dear friend. Mary

    On Sat, Apr 25, 2020 at 7:26 PM God Wins…but can I ? wrote:

    > Marie E Guthrie posted: “”Surreal” “. . . like living in a movie” “. . . > bad dream that I can’t wake up from” For many people, these words describe > their life experience during Covid-19. One metaphor used to describe this > community situation, “We are all in the same boat.” >

  2. Really enjoyed this, and has perspectives I haven’t even considered. You write beautifully. Hope you are all healthy. Doing doing at our home. Still working at CDH, hair business not so good.

    Blessings, Maria

    Sent from my iPhone


    • Maria, thank you for reading this post and for your encouragement. We are well. Both Mark and I are seeking work now. Trusting all will be better soon. My son Grant is in ministry full time. So happy for you on your upcoming wedding. Brings me such joy. I imagine hair business is taking a pause. You will ALWAYS have a special place in my heart. Sending love your way, Marie

  3. Thank you Marie for this thoughtful description of where each of us may be at any given moment. One image, comes to mind, as l reflect on which boat l am in. The promise that Jesus is with me, whether canoe, or sailboat, no matter which boat l am in. My hope is His presence is with each of us, while we float along, joyfully, or when we come face to face with a dark, ferocious, windy rain.

    Thank you for sharing personally, where you have been, and where you are now.

    • Thank you Charmaine for your kind words. As you shared, I think of when Jesus feel asleep on the boat with his disciples. They were all freaked out – and then He calmed the waves. He will calm the waves for us, if we ask.

  4. Very powerful Marie – an incredibly insightful way to look at this horrific crisis. Like you, it has triggered many past issues within me. Some days I’m on the yacht and other days on a wobbly canoe, not really knowing which is the true reality and/or where the vessel will land. Am I in denial or am I overreacting? The questions you’ve put forward have me digging deeper. I’m trying to stay calmly afloat and listen to my heart for answers. It’s a challenge. It’s a challenge not to judge myself and others in our part in all of this madness. Love you Marie. Hope you and your loved ones are healthy, safe and out of harms way.

    • Thanks Michael. Glad this post touched you. I’ve been thinking about this metaphor for some time. We really aren’t all in the same boat, as some people say. We are all experiencing this crisis differently. We are well . . . hope you are too. Love always.

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