Prepping my small ship, AireFire I, for the upcoming sailing season is always a happy time for me.
I get land-side view of any hull problems, rigging issues, or mechanical failures. I get to purchase new trinkets and dust off gadgets. I clean, wax, polish, scrub, paint, epoxy, and spit shine.
And while I’m busy at work, I’m thinking of the season ahead.
Of the memories I’ll make with my family on this ship.
Of the swimming, the cook outs, the sleepovers, the motoring through the 1000 Islands at dusk on a warm summer evening.
All at once my troubles fade away. Because I live like a king when compared to 7 billion other human beings.
While this winter season has been extremely difficult for me with regard to managing the various endeavors I have responsibilities in, it has produced a gratefulness I’ve needed.
I’m thanking God for little things more.
The clean tile in my bathtub.
The hot water on my skin. And that it’s drinkable.
My health. My wife and children’s health.
And my 1978 sailboat.
What was I complaining about again?
Perspective. Get some.