Behold, I stand within the sacred confines of my vessel, not a cramped cage but a humble ark of peace, sailing upon the boundless, whispering waters. The Lord has opened the windows of my soul to reveal the vast, solemn expanse no room for fear, only for faith. The mast before me, a humble cross, stands firm against the gray heavens, tethered by cords of divine purpose. The sea, calm and patient, mirrors the stillness of His presence. I am not lost in this narrow space, but embraced by the infinite. The wind is not a storm, but a breath His breath. And in this quiet, I am reminded: The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. Not a single soul is too many, for the heavens are wide, and my heart is even wider. This is not confinement it is communion. This is not restriction it is revelation. The Lord walks beside me, and the sea sings His song. I am not alone. I am not afraid. I am simply here, in the sacred space between the horizon and the heart. And it is not so cramped at all. It is, in fact, heavens very own cockpit.