It started as a still night with the disciples obeying instructions.

You know that thing when you’re trying to do what’s right and a missile careens for your heart?

Yep. This was a classic case of a good thing going downhill…fast.

Jesus had asked them to cross over to the other side. They were doing just that when the storm came.

Some things make no sense when you think about it. How do you get into trouble doing what God has told you to do?

I get that being a Christian doesn’t immunize us from catastrophe but shouldn’t obedience guarantee us some kind of protection?

You would think so but you would be wrong.

The thunder didn’t stop and the waves didn’t abate just because they were doing the right thing.

If you had stumbled on that situation, you would have said maybe they had picked the wrong time to travel. But they didn’t pick the time. Jesus did.

You know what happens when we face such situations?

We doubt.

Was that really God speaking?

Isn’t there something I could have done different?

Is the theory of God loving me really true?

You know how I know?

I’m right in the middle of a season dotted with questions.

You know what I’m learning?

God has His eye on it all.

I may not see how to get out of things as they seem now, but I’ve just got to keep rowing.

Jesus came to them not when they wanted Him to, but He got there eventually.

They didn’t drown, although they probably felt like they would.

You know the part I love?

The moment Jesus got to them, they made it immediately to shore*

The King of time, truncated the time they normally would have needed to get through that journey.

There are a few things that make me question what I believe.

Storms make that list.

Deep down, I still believe that if I’m doing the right thing, everything will turn out right.

I’m not always right and when I’m wrong, what I often have left, are a boatload of questions.

Questions I don’t have answers to.

The God who would rather I trust Him than understand, knows this.

My job is not to be God. My job is to stay His kid.

Even when it feels like I’m losing.

Even when the storms seem to be drowning my faith.

And actually, I am right to believe that EVENTUALLY Jesus will come.

And when He does, there’s no telling what natural law He will suspend to see me safe.

After all, every element of every storm remains at his beck and call.

And life is just one call away from the miraculous.

At the right time, He will make that call.

 

 

*John 6v21