In early February, we cast off from Pompano Beach, FL and pointed Jubilee south toward Biscayne Bay. We waited for high tide on Wednesday morning, then eased off the dock and spun the boat around to nose into the main canal of the Intracoastal Waterway (ICW).
Our first task of the day: five drawbridges standing between us and the Atlantic. Usually this feels like working through a slow-motion puzzle, but this time we were reminded that God sometimes smooths the path in ways we don’t expect. We ended up behind a fleet of superyachts heading to the Miami Boat Show, and every bridge opened wide before us. One by one, each stayed open long enough for us to pass.
After the final bridge, we made a sharp turn to port, slipped out of Port Everglades, and just like that—we were in the open Atlantic. We set our compass south. Winds were light, only reaching about 4 knots, and the ocean rolled softly at 1–2 feet. It was the kind of passage we hoped for our maiden voyage.
The boys were thrilled watching the water shift from the muddy brown of the ICW to the brilliant teal of Miami—a reminder that even the water changes color as you move toward where you’re meant to go.
As we entered Biscayne Bay, the water turned into a perfect mirror—so calm and still we could hardly tell where the ocean ended and the sky began. Moments like this remind us of Psalm 46:10: “Be still, and know that I am God.” The bay certainly seemed to echo those words back to us.
We motored up toward the Bay Bridge and dropped the hook just in time for dinner. As we ate, the lights of Miami began to flicker on—a sparkling backdrop to a day filled with quiet blessings and gentle guidance.
Another reminder that God leads, the sea follows, and we’re simply grateful to be along for the journey.
