I feel like I am on the Titanic, and all I can do is scurry around trying to obey orders while the ship takes on more and more water and cracks in two.
I suppose this is the exact same storm-tossed sort of circumstance in which Jesus felt comfortable enough to fall asleep, or decided to venture out upon the waves.
Where do all those sunken treasures come from, but shipwrecks. Today's tragedies are tomorrows treasures. It just doesn't feel like it right now because I am going down, down, down to Davy Jone's Locker.