Just Ask the Right Person

Just Ask the Right Person

Like most mornings, I had woken up early to do devotions with Curtis. Normally, I stay awake after, but today I fell back asleep and had this dream.

Curtis had gotten us a budget cruise package. It was a smaller river cruise vessel. He was so proud of himself for saving money by not purchasing a drink package. But we later learned that that meant we couldn’t even get water on board. There were friends on board and familiar faces, but I always seemed to be out of sync with everyone. During the course of the days and nights, I missed every meal because I was either not informed or it wasn’t where I was told it would be. It turned out that I was sharing the room with another lady, a total stranger, and Curtis had a room to himself. (It was a dream, but I did try to fit into his room; it had storage items, and only a tiny mattress. In real life, we still would have shared it!)

We took a tour of a jail in what appeared to be a Central American country. The main details I remember about the tour are that it had several levels to it and that I missed lunch there. We returned to the ship, and I was moping and hosting a pity party for myself.

I decided to hit the pool. When we got there, there were llamas in the hot tub, so I joined them. (This would be a true-to-life reaction for me.)

After we had been back on the ship for a little while, a man came on board asking for me. He was the chief jailer we had met on the tour. He said he had to take me back to the jail to interrogate me because a woman there had found my attitude offensive. I, of course, was not willing to comply with his request. We circled our friends for prayer. We reasoned with the jailer. Curtis tried to refuse the request by declaring my rights, but the accuser was insistent. All seemed lost. The jailer claimed that I had to go with him alone.

Then, in my dream, I said these words, “Can’t the captain do something about this?”

That’s when I woke up. I realized that during the entire trip, I had access to the captain. I could’ve spoken up about the absence of life-sustaining water. I could have requested a written schedule of meals and locations. I could have gone immediately to the captain when the jailor arrived. (I could have thanked him for the llamas in the hot tub!)

Isn’t that true in our lives as followers of Jesus? Things don’t go our way, so we mope about complaining. We get a bad medical report, and we start a prayer chain declaring “No weapon formed against me shall prosper!” Our child walks away from their faith, so we agonize and fret about their salvation. When all we really need to do is speak to the Captain. Only one person has authority on a ship, the Captain, and in your life, only one person has authority and power to change your circumstances, your Heavenly Father.

I love a quote by Joyce Meyer I heard years ago, “Go to the throne, not the phone!” So, if you find yourself in economy seating of life, with no drink package, and the accuser demanding you turn your focus on him, call the Captain.

Happy Honeymooning!

Matthew 28:18 “And Jesus came up and spoke to them, saying, ‘All authority has been given to Me in heaven and on earth.”’