Metaphors are interesting and examples are too numerous. Love, sometimes, is like a revolving door. Today, I have to share life’s irony.
Now old and lost too, I remember as a 12 year old boy, watching Mr. Washburn pull his sunken sailboat out of the slushy ice waters of the Severn River. An early March, in gale force winds, I stood on the dock and watched some men wade out to rescue his boat. They dragged it to the beach on its side. Finally righting it, they set the bow upon the trailer.
But just then, Mr. Washburn’s unattended auto came out of park and drifted into the river. Everyone’s attention became focused on getting the partially submerged 1940 Flying Cloud, out of the salty, icy waters; a dark blue convertible, nonetheless, with a white top and camel interior. Dear old, Mr. Washburn! Frozen and stuck in the cold, that which he held so close was now submerged. His pride and joys that he so loved, demolished by nature’s wrath.
I, too young to be of any help, stood in reverent horror. But little did I realize that fifty years later, a metaphor so appropriate would glisten in my memory, but it does. God in control of a life in shambles, I watched another as their life was “stuck in the cold”. I never thought it would have such meaning in my life today!
Are there metaphors that you, too, can associate with in your life today? Please share….