We have no idea what sorrow the sea holds right now. While we're safe in our homes, far away a storm may be relentlessly pursuing sailors' lives. Listen to the death-fueled winds howl through the rigging, and every beam creak as waves batter the ship. God help those drenched and exhausted sailors.

I pray to the Lord of sea and land to calm the storm and bring these men safely to shore. But it's not enough to only pray. I should also act. Have I ever done anything to help those who risk their lives at sea? What can I do now?

The sea often claims the lives of sailors. Thousands rest where pearls lie deep, causing widows and orphans to mourn. The sea's salt is shared with many mothers' and wives' tears.

Heartless waves, you have taken the love and support from families. What a resurrection it will be when the sea gives up her dead. Until then, its grief echoes along countless shores, crying like its own birds and crashing relentlessly. The joy of the sea might lift a happy heart, but for the sorrowful, the ocean feels even more desolate than the world. This isn't our final home, and the restless waves remind us. There's a place without a sea—we look forward to it, moving toward where the Lord has promised. Until that day, we lay our sorrows on the Lord, who once walked the sea and guides His people through its depths.