I feel like Peter today.
There’s a storm raging around me – both literally and figuratively.
I’ve been in storms before so my heart really should know where to find its’ rest.
I know where my eyes should focus in order to ride it out… or better yet, on whom.
And for a few seconds, here and there, I keep my balance. Joy rests in my mind and I have the confidence of knowing that my peace doesn’t rest in the hands of man.
In a moment of supernatural grace, I remember that though my freedom, my reputation, my possessions or my life be taken….it is well with my soul.
…. but then the wind kicks up, the darkness grows deeper, the air gets colder, people seem full of hate and I begin to sink.
So quickly I can sink.
Into hopelessness over how easily man hates one another. Into anger over what we feel is important and how short-sighted we all can be. Into fear over the pleasure we find in the suffering of our enemies. Into anxiety over how little we care about holiness when compared to our own desires. Into sadness over how your heart must be grieving….
…. not only because of the world but grieving over how quickly I lose sight of your eyes and fall into the murky, cold darkness of night.
All the while you are saying “Remember, you’re a child of light” and reaching out to grab me.
And I surrender to your strong and faithful arms to lift me out of myself. To turn my face to yours again even as the rain falls around us. To breath your life into my soul and to tell me again that I need not doubt.
You are in control.
1 Thessalonians 5:5-8
You are all children of the light and children of the day. We do not belong to the night or to the darkness. So then, let us not be like others, who are asleep, but let us be awake and sober. For those who sleep, sleep at night, and those who get drunk, get drunk at night. But since we belong to the day, let us be sober, putting on faith and love as a breastplate, and the hope of salvation as a helmet.
Lord, if it’s you,” Peter replied, “tell me to come to you on the water.” “Come,” he said. Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water and came toward Jesus. But when he saw the wind, he was afraid and, beginning to sink, cried out, “Lord, save me!”
Immediately Jesus reached out his hand and caught him. “You of little faith,” he said, “why did you doubt?” And when they climbed into the boat, the wind died down. Then those who were in the boat worshiped him, saying, “Truly you are the Son of God.”