I have a dog sleeping at my feet. My husband is on a search for one of the boy’s phones. I can hear the deep breathing of two sleeping children who are on sleep mats in my bedroom. Outside a storm rages.
Rain is beating the windows and causing quite a symphony on the metal roof. The wind is howling. I have prayed over everything from the ground our home sits on to the hairs on the heads of our children. I am on alert. My husband’s family has a history with tornadoes and the reality of the devastation they can leave behind can be blaring when the watch and warning alerts come in.
We do our best. We take the steps. We prepare. We create a game plan. We pray. Ultimately, it is up to God. His hands are the most capable. The storm will come, but so will faith and hope and belief that God will provide.
As I listen to this storm, I imagine what it would sound like on the ocean. How would this storm toss a boat? How frightening would it be?
35 That day when evening came, he said to his disciples, “Let us go over to the other side.” 36 Leaving the crowd behind, they took him along, just as he was, in the boat. There were also other boats with him. 37 A furious squall came up, and the waves broke over the boat, so that it was nearly swamped. 38 Jesus was in the stern, sleeping on a cushion. The disciples woke him and said to him, “Teacher, don’t you care if we drown?”
39 He got up, rebuked the wind and said to the waves, “Quiet! Be still!” Then the wind died down and it was completely calm.
40 He said to his disciples, “Why are you so afraid? Do you still have no faith?”
41 They were terrified and asked each other, “Who is this? Even the wind and the waves obey him!”
The disciples were right in the middle of it. They were caught in a terrifying storm. They were afraid. Jesus was asleep. He was calm. He was not bothered. He woke up and calmed the raging storm. He quieted the the wind, stopped the rain, and hushed the ocean.
He moved not for the storm, but for his people. I hold tight to that chapter. I find peace in this storm. I know that God has heard my prayers. I know that Jesus moves for his people. I know I have prepared and prayed.
One boy is now awake. One boy is still fast asleep. My husband watches out the window as I am writing. I can feel the warmth of my son as he lays beside me. I can also feel the comfort of knowing that my Lord that can calm any storm.
Mama, storms are going to come. Things will be scary or uncertain. Sometimes our preparations fail us. Sometimes we forget to pray. We fail to remember who is in control. We are worried and terrified by the storms around us.
Remember the boat, mama. Remember the storm. Remember what moved Jesus. ❤