Acts 28 shares with us the story of a shipwreck. Paul and many others were destined to arrive at an island called Malta.

 

In the distance, they could see a beach. (I mean, if I’m going to be shipwrecked let’s make it on a beach, right?)

 

The ship was pulling apart and in order to save lives you had to jump overboard and swim to shore. Debris served as flotation devices, and it may have seemed all was lost.

 

Yet, Malta means, “Honey.”

 

Honey is sweet and honey is even known for healing properties…

 

How can there be anything sweet about a shipwreck?

 

I’ve found that every shipwreck God has allowed, and even orchestrated at times, has brought me to a revelation about Christ I otherwise would have never known.

 

My first shipwreck of mind and body led me to my born-again experience. Life shifted drastically, and that very shipwreck changed my course altogether.

 

Several other shipwrecks have occurred in my walk with Jesus, and the worst of them sent me directly head-on into my calling, much I never would have known apart from the appointed shipwreck.

 

At times, I’ve had to float on the debris left from each torrential downpour and crashing waves, but Christ always stayed with me. I was never left alone in the mess of it all.

 

There has always been something bittersweet in my shipwrecks.

 

Power came.

Anointing came.

Destiny came.

 

Were there losses? You better believe it.

Painful ones that sent me into deep tailspins. But eventually, Jesus calmed the storm and the honey-laced treasures could finally be seen.

 

Maybe you’re in the middle of a shipwreck, today.

 

Hang onto the debris. Jesus is carrying you somewhere. He’ll not leave you alone for one second.

 

There’s gonna be something sweet rise from your shipwreck. You may not see it yet, but you will.