Matthew 8:23-27 When He got into the boat, His disciples followed Him. And behold, there arose a great storm on the sea, so that the boat was being covered with the waves; but Jesus Himself was asleep. And they came to Him and woke Him, saying, “Save us, Lord; we are perishing!” He said to them, “Why are you afraid, you men of little faith?” Then He got up and rebuked the winds and the sea, and it became perfectly calm. The men were amazed, and said, “What kind of a man is this, that even the winds and the sea obey Him?”
I grew up in the bay area of the Gulf Coast. It wasn’t
exactly a pretty place with pristine beaches but you just can’t knock living in
such close proximity to fresh seafood! I could quite happily eat fish every day
even at my present ripe old age. Watching a storm roll in across the water can
be fascinating, beautiful and a little scary if you’re caught unaware ten miles
out from shore.
I now live in the edge of the hill country on top of a hill.
I still watch the storms move in here. The power can be intense, the lightning magnificent
and the wind will not be ignored. To look out my window at this moment it is
hard to tell how sever the weather was last night. The birds are singing, the
breeze is blowing and the sun is gracing me with a clear picture of my beloved
vista of distant hills painted in a rich hue of blue.
When we experience ‘storms’ in our lives it’s more like the
ones that sneak in at night. They aren’t really sneaking, they’ve had time to
build and grow in intensity. They are shrouded in darkness and we are occupied
in the activities of day-to-day life inside the perceived safety of our homes,
so they catch us off guard. These storms can bring catastrophic loss and
suffering. The only forecast of this kind of storm and survival therein is found
in God’s Word.
In the midst of my storm, Lord, my trust is in You!
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