Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                     A great windstorm arose, and the waves beat into the boat, so that the boat was already being swamped. But Jesus was in the stern, asleep on the cushion; and they woke him up and said to him, "Teacher, do you not care that we are perishing?" He woke up and rebuked the wind, and said to the sea, "Peace! Be still!" Then the wind ceased, and there was a dead calm. He said to them, "Why are you afraid? Have you still no faith?"                   — Mark 4.36-40

Storms will come, count on it. Times may come when you feel God is asleep, not taking care of you, protecting you. “Don't you care?” you will pray. Of course God cares, but just isn't worried. Not at all.

You see, you are perishing, my dear, bit by bit. God won't take that from you, won't come between you and the storm, but will go through it with you.

Even as the waves of your fear wrap their white knuckles around your boat there he is, curled in the stern, unworried, vulnerable, babylike, willing. Do you think he'll let it sink if he's in it?

When Jesus, drenched with your life, cries, “Peace, be still,” who do you think he's talking to?

The calm of a storm-free life might indeed be, as the writer says, a dead one.

And if this really is the last chapter of your life, won't you have had exactly what both of you want the most— to be together through it all?

Storms will come. Peace, be still.

                    Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

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