There is one body and one Spirit, just as you were called in one hope of your calling.”
— Ephesians 4:3–4 (NKJV)
The image of the flotilla has stayed with me. I can still see it in my mind — a long line of boats stretched across the sea, the wind filling each sail, moving together as one. There’s a rhythm to it: some surge forward with strong winds, others lag slightly behind, but all are heading in the same direction. Above them, the same sky. Beneath them, the same sea. Within them, the same hope.
Those leading the fleet — men and women God has called to speak boldly and set the course — are already moving under His hand. My part is not to stand at the bow shouting advice, but to keep my place within the formation. Somewhere in the middle, steady, helping those near me get their boats in order, just as others once helped me.
When one vessel falters, the whole flotilla feels it. The gap it leaves opens space for the waves to break through. But when each boat holds its line, the formation becomes strong — not rigid, but united. The wind that fills one sail spreads to the others. The Holy Spirit moves across the fleet like breath, uniting many into one movement.
There will always be storms on the horizon. There will always be forces trying to scatter the fleet or lure individual boats away. But our strength is not in the size of our vessel or the volume of our voice; it is in our obedience to the same Captain, Jesus Christ. He sets the course. He steadies the wind. He commands the sea.
So I’ll keep my eyes on Him, keep my boat sound, and keep close enough to encourage those sailing near. Together, we move as a flotilla — not perfect, not fearless, but faithful. And as the fleet advances, I believe the waves themselves will begin to change — not because of our power, but because of His presence moving among us.
And satisfy your soul in drought,
And strengthen your bones;
You shall be like a watered garden,
And like a spring of water, whose waters do not fail.”
— Isaiah 58:11 (NKJV)
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