By faith I am declaring that in the name of Jesus, "I choose to live life as a "Storm Facer" Not a chaser, nor a runner, but A" STORM FACER." Preparing through prayer in order to get ready and stay ready for impending storms that will attack. The winds of the storms blow; the tides rise; the fierceness within the waves try to tear my vessel apart; security has been challenged. The howling of the wind is so loud and boisterous. The seawater begins to sting and burn, ripping apart wounded flesh. "Father, where art thou?" I cry bending to the point of breaking from constant pounding from the winds and the waves. Feeling as though I have no choice but to abandon ship; abandon the journey. Die from being dragged beneath the raging waters; die without waiting on the Master of the Sea to calm the chaos, to calm the waters. I cry out to God our Deliverer as Peter did in Matthew 14: 30 "Lord Save Me"