Turmoil – a state of unease, disquiet, and storm, but what if you weren’t alone in that drowning boat? We need a confidant to share the storm with.
Often people say that life is like a rollercoaster ride. Ups and downs, highs and lows. But I think life is more like being in a small boat in a vast ocean.
Some days your little boat is cruising along, wind in the sails, direction known, and seas calm. All is good, and life is a breeze.
But then at other times, a huge storm comes upon you seemingly out of nowhere.
Clouds grow deathly dark and waves, high as mountains, tower over us.
We lose direction, our sails are torn, and we hold on to whatever we can grasp.
The worst part is that we don’t know how long this will last. Some storms seem to become permanent residents.
I am in turmoilBefore I began writing, I made myself a hot drink. As I watched the water come to the boil, I had an image of what turmoil is like—bubbling, churning water.
I look to the meaning of the word turmoil.
Life is never a stagnant pond, it always has movement and winds blowing across it, but then there are the extremes, and we long for the quieter days and wonder if they will ever return.
Times of turmoil shape us and our little boat. Maturity comes from the storms we face and who we cling to when things get tough.
But turmoil comesThe biblical character Job comes to us as a fellow human being and moans, an expression of chaos.
I am not at ease, nor am I quiet, And I am not at rest, but turmoil comes. Job 3:26
From Job, we can find other definitions of turmoil
Looking into the Hebrew word used here, we find the word rogez, meaning agitation, excitement, and rage.
It’s not the excitement of hopeful anticipation; it’s more the excitement or stirring up of those water molecules in a boiling kettle. Molecules get excited, bump together, create upheaval, and I and my little boat have to ride those waves.
I’ve had enough of that kind of excitement in my life. I want those times of ease, quiet, and rest, just like Job.
A confidant gives confidenceCan I confide in you?
When someone says these words, you know they want to give you something precious. Something that comes from a deep place. A secret they would never share openly. It’s wrapped in the dark paper of guilt and shame. It’s been hidden away. No one knows.
For some reason, they have felt you have a pair of safe hands. You won’t do anything rash or wild with their gift. You’re not going to make a public announcement of whatever they are going to share.
You will hold the secret they have been carrying and treat it with the deep respect it deserves.
A confidant will enter the storm-tossed little boat and share in knowing the agitation, stirring, and darkness.
They will give you slithers of confidence as you face the next dark wave.
In my rollercoaster ride of turmoil, I want someone strapped in beside me—a confidant, a friend, a soul talker that has traveled through the dark storms.
Confidence grows through facing the storm waves one at a time with a friend. Moments of stillness, rest, ease, and quietness restore each other’s souls and build a friendship before the foul winds build again.
What does a confidant look like?
First, check for signs of wear and tear. Callused hands, salt-bleached hair, wrinkled skin.
They are not box tickers, legalists, mechanics, engineers, chess players, or sergeant majors.
More likely, you will find them in the garden, the dance studio, the kitchen, or behind an easel. They know the sun and soil, the rhythm and rhyme, the herbs and the spices, the pastels and paints.
They can sit comfortably with disorder and allow it to be what it is.
What to do in turmoilIn my little boat tossed in turmoil, my confidant brings me back to the surety of what they know will help.
They bring my focus back to those deep anchor-like habits.
In my turmoil, I return to the habits of prayer, listening and reading scripture, serving others, silence, and confession.
Confession of my confusion. I vomit out my soul to my confidant.
Tears flow. Wild, untamed thoughts lash out.
I don’t want to be F.A.S.S.’ed (Fixed, Advised, Saved, or Set straight). I want to be known and have a companion. I don’t want to be alone.
Only some people can handle that. Only some people are equipped to carry that load, but some are, and they are very precious.
Can I sit with you and journey a few thoughts?
Quotes to consider
Barry Pearman
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