In my Storm
Matthew 8: 23-27
Jesus Calms the Storm
23 Then he got into the boat and his disciples followed him. 24 Suddenly a furious storm came up on the lake, so that the waves swept over the boat. But Jesus was sleeping. 25 The disciples went and woke him, saying, “Lord, save us! We’re going to drown!”
26 He replied, “You of little faith, why are you so afraid?” Then he got up and rebuked the winds and the waves, and it was completely calm.
27 The men were amazed and asked, “What kind of man is this? Even the winds and the waves obey him!”
I have noticed recently that it seems as though a lot of my Christian friends seem to be experiencing storms. I’m not sure if more people are in storms or if I’m just more aware of how many people around me are walking through stuff in this season. Either way, this has had me contemplating my own storms - the ones I’ve been walking through in this season and the ones God has already brought me through. One thing that I have learned about myself through storms is this: I love when the storm is over - when I can reflect and see what God did in me through the storm. It is in that place where I find my peace, my joy and my gratitude for the storms. I have to admit though, that even full of gratitude for what God did, I can’t really say I’m ever really eager for the next one.
I read this verse recently while in the middle of one of my storms and was immediately struck by 4 words………But Jesus was sleeping. Even in the midst of the very worst of my storms Jesus knows the outcome & he’s not worried. He’s not afraid of my storms. As a matter of fact, he’s not even very impressed by my storms. So why should I be?
Are my storms really that powerful or do I just allow them to divert my eyes from where they belong? The more I focus on my storm the fiercer the storm seems. Yet, the more I focus on my Savior the less I even notice the storm that rages around me.
Jesus slept through the storm and when he found himself awakened by his panicked disciples, he simply spoke to the storm and it became completely calm. Sometimes Jesus needs to speak to my storm and sometimes Jesus has simply needed to speak to my heart. Either way the result is the same. Fear leaves and peace remains.
So maybe the problem is not the storm at all. Maybe it’s my reaction to the storm.
I wonder what would happen if we,as followers of Christ, began taking authority over the storms in our lives and began speaking them out of existence? If we simply decided that what the Bible tells us is true………we are made in the image of Jesus and his spirit lives in us & if he can sleep through a storm than so can we.
What if instead of running from storms or gritting our teeth and trying to survive the storm we became storm chasers & we just ushered in His peace everywhere we went.
What if instead of running from the storm we allowed the storms in our lives to propel us toward Jesus – and the peace that only he brings.
How many of our friends and family would follow us out of their own storms and into the peace that only Jesus can bring?
Kind of makes you wonder doesn't it?