We all know the story. The Lord Jesus was in a boat with His disciples. This was the only time He could take a few moments of rest after teaching the multitude all day. So, He went to the stern and napped on a pillow. But a windstorm arose and gigantic waves beat into the boat so much that it was already filling and the disciples were scared. But the Lord was unaware of the storm around Him. He was peacefully sleeping.
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How could He do that? I mean, not that I’m thinking how He could not care, but how He could sleep in peace when storm is raging around Him? Every time I read this passage, this thought passes in my subconscious, “Only He can do that for He is God in the flesh.” I wouldn’t even consider the thought that I could be in a boat buffeted by winds and waves and not panic let alone take a peaceful nap!
But last week, the Lord showed me that I can actually do that in spite of the storm and torrential rains. I can do it, not because I’m naturally fearless, but because He makes it possible for me.
Sunday night, we went to sleep with winds and rains already beating on the roof and trees. I woke up while it was still dark to a rumbling noise that sounded like a giant was playing bowling on the roof.
“What is that?” I asked my husband sleepily.
“It’s thunder,” he answered.
Before I went back to sleep, I prayed silently.
I was awakened again in the early morning with all the flurry of storm, monsoon rains, and our household stirring up. But I didn’t want to get up yet. I needed to sleep some more since I slept very late (I’m a late sleeper). But I was dubious as to how I could do that, thinking of the threat of flooding brought by the pounding rain. But my weak body needed the rest, so, I prayed silently again. I prayed for protection, for the rains to let up, for floods not occurring and the water not rising up any further.
I prayed, meaning every word I said, trusting that every single one had been heard by the living God and He will take action. I prayed (being one in prayer with our Church at that time) like my prayers were not in vain but would produce the outcome that I prayed for. Then, peacefully, I fell asleep again.
I would be awakened a few more times by the torrents of rain, and I would utter my prayers silently as before, begging God to stop the torrent, and I wouldn’t end my prayer until I heard the rains letting up.
Prayers should bring peace and not panic. Peace in the knowledge that God has heard and He will now act on it. Prayers bring rest as we wait in trust and anticipation that answers will come in our favor. It is this:
And whatever things you ask in prayer, believing, you will receive. (Mat. 21:22)
I finally woke up before noon, rested and relatively at peace.
I believe this kind of peace amid the storm comes from an intimate relationship with God deepened by trials and trust through all the seasons. It is the kind of relationship that thrives in being saturated in the Word and living in and for it. The kind that is made rich by constant running to the feet of Jesus, praying, talking, and lingering there.
It is a relationship with God that is forged by a mind and a heart that are soaked in His Word much more than in the distractions of the world, and a spirit that constantly craves for Him in worship.
Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth in thee. (Is. 26:3)
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