I read this passage this morning and identified with the writer of this Psalm. Here is what it says:
"For He spoke and raised up a stormy wind, which lifted up the waves of the sea. They rose up to the heavens, they went down to the depths; their soul melted away in their misery. They reeled and staggered like a drunken man, and were at their wits' end. Then they cried to the Lord in their trouble, and He brought them out of their distresses. He caused the storm to be still, so that the waves of the sea were hushed. Then they were glad because they were quiet, so He guided them to their desired haven. Let them give thanks to the Lord for His lovingkindness, and for His wonders to the sons of men!"
Today on this Thanksgiving, I feel like I understand the feelings of these sailors who found themselves at the mercy of a terrible storm, so desperate that their souls "melted away in their misery." I feel like I know what it means to be as they were, "at their wits' end", unable to alter the storm in any way. I also relate to crying out to the Lord in times of trouble, and experience what it is like when, "He causes to the storm to be still." I understand the fullness of what it is like to be "guided into a desired haven" and, it is because of all of this that I can "give thanks to the Lord for His lovingkindness" in a way I never have before.
It is impossible for me to look back over this past year without seeing the most exquisite orchestration of events that have ever played out in my life. That's why this Thanksgiving my heart overflows.