“One day he got into a boat with his disciples, and he said to them, “Let us go across to the other side of the lake.” So they set out, and as they sailed he fell asleep. And a windstorm came down on the lake, and they were filling with water and were in danger. And they went and woke him, saying, “Master, Master, we are perishing!” And he awoke and rebuked the wind and the raging waves, and they ceased, and there was a calm. He said to them, “Where is your faith?” And they were afraid, and they marveled, saying to one another, “Who then is this, that he commands even winds and water, and they obey him?” (Luke 8:21-25)
He is our anchor.
Jesus. Messiah. Jehovah.
Mocked, spurned, aching, tired.
Weeping, rejoicing, loving, life-giving.
Dirt stirred by ancient sandals tied, His feet walked, trickle of rain He felt. Advocate, with voice great, “Forgive them Father, for they know not,” fighting for victory, so undeserved by me. He must repeat, ten-fold those simple, powerful words, day after day, for me. For who can stand before; not I. And yet, I can. And you can.
I AM said come and I went. Heart set on hope; not of one uncertain, but of one promised, long before time began. His refuge is better than anything this life can offer; He commands the waters and the winds and they obey.
Do you believe He can calm the storms today?
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