Softly, then forcefully the gale blows across the balcony. The rain beats the wood in a delicate rhythm. The shaking of my body is not from the cold. It is weakness leaving me. The breeze kisses my face and I close my eyes and breathe in again. Facing myself in the mirror was hard. It was draining. It is funny how God speaks with His world. The street lights, reveal the rain on the parking lot washing away the dust and dirt that have built up. The rain is cleaning the world in front of me. It is the first sign of hope that I see in my life in a long time. Its morning in a few hours and I am still awake, but I feel peace in the storm blowing around me.
A dramatic scene to be sure! For some reason I react well to the drama. If you know me you know that. I like the turbulence of the wind, the harshness of the wind, and the power of the clouds above me. It serves to remind me that I am so weak and that He is so strong. It also reminds me that I am protected by He who holds the clouds and the wind and the rain in His hands. How quickly I have forgotten in my life that I am truly His.
In John 6:16-21 there is a boat and a storm. I have been on boats in thunderstorms before. It doesn’t have to be thunder and lightning to be scary. Strong winds and small boats can create enough fear in your mind. In this story we only get wind. It was enough wind to be mentioned and called strong wind. Not to mention that its night time. I don’t like dark water, yes I have a phobia. I will surmise that in this windy, tossed moment that the disciples in the boat want the shore, and they want it badly. In Luke 8:22-25 we get another boat and another storm, and again we see frightened men of the sea. Jesus rebukes the wind and it goes away. In John, He says to not be afraid, and they are on the shore. I keep asking myself the question, am I willing to be at peace and get on the shore, or do I still have to ride the boat in the winds. The answer from these two stories is that I can stand on the shore; I just have to be willing to take the step. I don’t know these shores. I know even less about the waters I have been sailing on, only that they are most unfriendly.
What I see on the shore is this, Jesus is there. I don’t want to be where He isn’t anymore. He is standing there with His hand out. It is a far greener shore than I can imagine. So I am taking the step. Oh God, be with me; I know that you are. You have told me over and over again in these words.
1 The LORD is my shepherd, I lack nothing.
2 He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, 3 he refreshes my soul. He guides me along the right paths for his name’s sake. 4 Even though I walk through the darkest valley,[a] I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. 5 You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. 6 Surely your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.