'… After the passage of an immensely physical time attempting to drag boats into the wind it became clear that we had no option but to give in to the elements. We were competing with forces much greater than ourselves and to continue was folly, so along this wild shore, above the high water mark, a temporary camp was established to offer us some respite from the conditions. We rested for many hours in this wild place. Surrender it was …'
Are our lives filled with 'wild places'; everyday circumstances and situations that we seem to have no control or charge over, with little or no understanding of?
Are there 'battles' going on that fought in our own strength will bring us down, leaving us weary and restless?
Is it time to rest and find our paths of surrender?