Mark 4:39 New International Version

“He got up, rebuked the wind and said to the waves, “Quiet! Be still!” Then the wind died down and it was completely calm.”

Sometimes,

I imagine myself in the heart of a storm.

A raging tornado, its fierce winds circling me,

Tugging, tearing, pulling me into its chaos.

I fight against it,

But when strength fails, I bow my head in prayer.

And then—warmth. A hand, steady and sure,

Grasps mine and draws me from the tempest.

I lift my eyes.

A man stands before me, calm, unshaken…

As if the storm itself dares not touch Him.

He leads me to safety, then steps into the whirlwind,

And the storm submits to Him.

In silence deep, my heart still cries,

“Why let the storm cloud fill my skies?”

He speaks so soft, yet clear and true,

“I saw your pain.”

He assures,

And continues,

“But If I had calmed the winds that blew,

You’d never see what I could do.”

And had you never felt the rain,

You might not have called on Me in the midst of your pain.”

His eyes meet mine, a knowing gleam.

A Father’s love, both strong and keen.

“For sometimes storms must tear apart, to open wide a guarded heart.”

Storms may rage, but my love stays near,

I don’t just take away your fear.

I guide you through the wild winds of the night sky,

Helping you see the morning light.

I don’t calm the winds or still the sea,

But here I Am, with you, through every plea.

In every trial, I AM your strength and guide,

Through every storm, I will be by your side.

I won’t always remove the pain you face, But I will lead you to a safer place.

With every step, you will find your way, Through stormy skies to brighter and better days.

…Reader, remember this,

In the chaos, listen close,

There’s a whisper that

calls out to us. Through the heavy storms that bring you to your knees, with trembling legs,

take a stand,

for He says

“I am here, take my hand.”