calming a storm of fear…

Lately, my heart has been a tempest
of swirling emotion that had built
up to a crescendo.

One so loud, I could not hear myself think.

Words slung in anger echoed loud
against the walls of my heart,
feeding the winds of anger
and resentment,
building bitterness into large, foamy crests.

These winds collided with
the blow of a misunderstanding
on social media
and the gale of a medical emergency
in my family.

The perfect storm.

More than once,
I went off by myself to let the tears flow freely
and to utter feeble prayers
while I tried, in vain, to sort through the noise
to find the truth.

Only, Truth was not in that storm.

Last night, while sitting in front of the fireplace
where I work, Truth walked right into my storm.

Just like this…

Matthew 14:22-33 (nlt)

Immediately after this, Jesus insisted that his disciples get back into the boat and cross to the other side of the lake, while he sent the people home. After sending them home, he went up into the hills by himself to pray. Night fell while he was there alone.

Meanwhile, the disciples were in trouble far away from land, for a strong wind had risen, and they were fighting heavy waves. About three o’clock in the morning Jesus came toward them, walking on the water. When the disciples saw him walking on the water, they were terrified. In their fear, they cried out, “It’s a ghost!”

But Jesus spoke to them at once. “Don’t be afraid,” he said. “Take courage. I am here!”

Then Peter called to him, “Lord, if it’s really you, tell me to come to you, walking on the water.”

“Yes, come,” Jesus said.

So Peter went over the side of the boat and walked on the water toward Jesus. But when he saw the strong wind and the waves, he was terrified and began to sink. “Save me, Lord!” he shouted.

Jesus immediately reached out and grabbed him. “You have so little faith,” Jesus said. “Why did you doubt me?”

When they climbed back into the boat, the wind stopped. Then the disciples worshiped him. “You really are the Son of God!” they exclaimed.

I’m not sure exactly how long
the disciples struggled in that storm
before Truth walked across the waves to them.
I only know they were struggling
long enough to be afraid.
Terrified, actually.


It’s irrational.
Often based on lies,
and twisted words.

Fear is the driving force to many of our heart storms.

It is what swirls around our hearts
and feeds the wind to tempest magnitudes,
drowning out truth,
in order to feed the fear more.

A vicious cycle of hurricane proportions.

When Truth walked into my storm last night,
He whispered “Don’t be afraid.
Take courage.
I am here.”

He calmed my storm.

I don’t know why Jesus waited until 3:00 a.m.
to calm the storm for the disciples,
and I don’t know why he waited until I was alone
in an empty store to walk into my storm.

I only know this…

Truth, alone, can calm a storm of fear that is out of control
because He, alone, is the Prince of Peace.


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