This is the first story I remember learning in Sunday School. It’s also the first story I ever taught my Sunday School kids. It is seven short verses that have stayed with me my entire life. It has always felt relevant, always felt important, and remarkably, has never once felt predictable.
Christians are often pretty quick to judge the disciples in this story. I’ve heard numerous people commentate on how the disciples had seen Jesus orchestrate the most miraculous of events, and yet still doubted that He could save them from this. But I think that is exactly the point. The disciples knew Him so well, they had seen Him do the impossible, and yet even they were still fearful.
There is a huge difference between knowing and trusting. The disciples knew that Jesus could save them all, but they didn’t trust that He would. They woke Him up and asked if He even cared. How quickly difficulty can make us forget His love and His character. You and I both know that Jesus of course cared, but put us in that situation and I’m sure we would’ve been asking the same thing.
I don’t know what storm you’re facing. I don’t know what point you’re at– maybe you’re nearly swamped, wondering if He even cares.
What I do know, is that rest is the highest form of trust. I know that it is easy to forget and freak out when the waves are crashing over you. But I also know that it is so powerful when we can find peace, despite it all. When we can sleep while the storm rages.
It’s scary. Letting go. There is no guarantee. You just have to trust. How beautiful it is when we can trust enough and rest in the knowledge that God is God, and He will do what only He can do.
It’s hard. No one ever said it was easy. But I’m thankful for His goodness, and for His grace.
He is my anchor in the wind and waves.
All the love.