Shackleton's journey took a turn for the worse when he and the 27 members of his crew became stuck in the pack ice, drifting at the mercy of polar ice for months before their ship was eventually crushed by the ice. Then they were left to try and hike as far as they could before taking to the boats, eventually landing on Elephant Island, an inhospitable spot in the midst of an angry sea. Once there, 6 men set out in a small boat to navigate 800 miles across the violent Southern Sea, one of the most ambitious feats of navigation in recorded history. Then, once they somehow landed on South Georgia Island, three of the six men had to hike 29 miles across mountainous/blizzard conditions to reach help.
Somehow, Shackleton didn't lose a single crew member. Every time I turned the page, when I thought things were as bad as they could get, somehow they got worse, but the crew persevered. It's amazing to think of the obstacles they overcame. In the final voyage to South Georgia Island, it seemed like every minute brought potential calamity, but they solved each problem, one by one, and they were all rescued.
It makes me think of Lamentations 3, when we're told that God's mercies are new every morning. We so often have no idea what we'll face each day. When they first got snared in the ice, if you'd told Shackleton and the crew what awaited them, they might have given up. But they didn't know what awaited them, and they simply dealt with the challenges, day by day. They found a way to manage.
A very wise woman once told me that worry is negative prayer. May we trust in God that we'll have the strength to manage what's in front of us, and let the future take care of itself. We don't know what awaits and we'll only discover the resources when we get there.