Keep holding on

He annoying thing recently has been that I am pursuing God as normal, but I don't feel his presence the way I did in my storm. It's too peaceful. God gave me this picture of a boat tied to a pier. In the storm, my boat is beating back and forth and all over and I desperately hold onto the rope that tethers me to that peer. In the calm, I need to make sure my rope is still strong. I might be just hovering in the right place anyways and that rope seems almost unnecessary, but the moment a storm starts up again, I will be grateful for the preparations made before. I will be glad that I stayed close to the pier and that my rope is strong and tested.