In The Midst of The Storm

Sometimes we go where God leads. Other times God sends us where we don’t want to go.

Some of us go to the unemployment office. Others file bankruptcy. Some of us lose a house. Others lose a child. Some of us go a doctor. Others go to a funeral. Some of us see a counselor. Others see a judge.

Sometimes we climb mountains. Other times we walk through valleys. Some days we stand on solid rock. Other days we sink.

Occasionally, we sink slowly into quicksand that we’ve been wading in for longer than we care to remember. Rarely do we sink after a few steps on the water.

That’s because, unlike the apostle Peter, we rarely get out of the boat. Maybe that’s because in the midst of a storm we’re often anxious. Not comfortable. Not content. Not confident. Nervous. Uncertain and unsettled. Perhaps because we don’t know what will happen next and maybe because we’re afraid of what will.

We know the rest of Peter’s story. It’s our story, too. We call out to God. He answers. We dare to believe. We start to sink. He saves us, again. And then he asks the question we ask ourselves. “Why did you doubt?”

Good question. I don’t know. But I have an idea: we’re human.

He isn’t. And that’s why we should do what the disciples did. They worshipped him. Why? Because he calmed the storm? Yes. But more importantly he calmed them. He gave them peace. His peace. Unfathomable peace. He didn’t just quiet the wind and the waves he silenced their fears.

He does the same for us. And when he does we should remember what the disciples learned.

• The darkness will disappear.
• There is nothing to fear.
• We are not alone.
• God is in the boat.