Sitting in the same old spot, in the same old lot, I faced the same old day ahead. A dry summer left a layer of dust across the pavement. Inside my truck, the same old workload, the same old struggles, even the same old prayers, my heart covered in the same old dust that layered my windshield. Stepping into the morning noise, a whirlwind spun my way, swirling dust and debris as I ducked back inside.
Last night’s dreams were a replay of troubled memories, some I hadn’t visited in decades, delivered only by the Grace of God. I awoke feeling bruised from reliving the pain. Caught in a whirlwind of emotions, dirt of days past clung tightly as debris of the day threatened to pull me into the maelstrom, pushing me to places I did not want to be. Closing my eyes I cried, “You are not a God of confusion, but of peace.” 1 Corinthians 14:33
I had stepped out of the boat and found myself thrashing in the waves. It was then Jesus took me by the arm.
He got up, rebuked the wind and said to the waves, “Quiet! Be still!” Then the wind died down and it was completely calm. Mark 4:39
Chaos succumbed to order; pieces fell into place. The tempest continued but with Jesus as my anchor, it had little effect. When the storm had done its worst and faded back into the shadows, I remained, with the Lord at my side, holding on.
Weakened by the struggle, I continued the journey, walking when I could, being carried when I could not. I have no doubt countless whirlwinds were cast aside well before they blew my way, because God is always two steps ahead, if not more, clearing my path.
His voice echoes in my heart, “Be Still.”
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