As they sailed across, Jesus settled down for a nap. But soon a fierce storm came down on the lake. The boat was filling with water, and they were in real danger.
The disciples went and woke him up, shouting, “Master, Master, we’re going to drown!”
When Jesus woke up, he rebuked the wind and the raging waves. Suddenly the storm stopped and all was calm. (Luke 8:23, 24 NLT)
Then he asked them, “Where is your faith?”
The disciples were terrified and amazed. “Who is this man?” they asked each other. “When he gives a command, even the wind and waves obey him!” (Luke 8:25 NLT)
Where is my faith?
This has been quite a journey and one that has only just begun. I make great advances forward, and get knocked back. I have great days, even weeks, then I have horrible days where all the good days are forgotten. Days where my faith seems lost. Where all I can see if the storm around me, where the remberance of the beautiful sun shining is gone. Days filled with negative thoughts, unnecessary comparisons, a timeline I created that is never going to be met. Where it feels hopeless, and my eyes fill covered in muck. Where all things seem unfair. All I can remember is the ugly of this journey.
I look around I see the giant waves, I wonder how I will ever make it through this. I feel the rain pounding on my face, the boat rocking back and forth. I can see no one or no land in sight. I am afraid, terrified. Then peace begins to wash over me, and someone takes my hand. The boat steadies. The waves don't seem so intimidating anymore. I know whether I see it or not, that there is land somewhere in front of me. I trust that there is something bigger then the storm. I choose to believe and see these things, instead of the storm that is still raging around me. I grab one paddle, then the next, and I begin to move forward, using the waves to get closer to that land I know is out there. I choose to overcome my fear, my doubt, and press forward.
