Sleeping and Speaking

Wind howling, stomachs churning and sidewards rain slapping their faces as their boat finds itself the victim of another Galilean storm.

A tumultuous moment and Jesus…. well, He sleeps.

He sleeps… not phased, not bothered. Peace Himself sleeping peacefully in the chaos and revealing that this reaction is possible if you know the one who holds the storm, the boat and you in His hands.

I too have felt this peace – you know, the one that doesn’t make sense in light of the circumstances. That “peace that passes understanding”. Perhaps you have experienced it too.

Recently I have felt the nudge of Holy Spirit calling me into the next part of this stormy sea saga.

Sleeping in the storm and trusting Him in the chaos is somewhat familiar as I’ve journeyed life with Jesus. Relationship with Him grows and peace reigns. Yet I feel the invitation to be someone who not only experiences that peace for me in the boat, but who speaks to the storm with the authority that Jesus has freely given – and brings peace to those around me.

I have sat with this part of Jesus’s story for months. It literally won’t leave me. Perhaps it is just something the father is doing in me, but I’m throwing it out there to you too. A fellow traveller on the journey with Jesus.

We were born to find Him, love Him and follow Him.

Jesus followers can sleep in storms and speak to storms.

Whatever your chaos looks like, I pray that the spirit will nudge you – sometimes all you need is a nap. And sometimes you need to get up and speak powerfully to the chaos. Like the one who made you, your words carry power.

Who knows, perhaps there are a bunch of frightened people just waiting for your words to help shape and calm the storm for them.

Happy Friday 🙂

GOOD FRIDAY

The day that revealed the worst things about humanity and yet in the middle of this dark moment of injustice, we see God at His very best.

His best moment. Our worst.

That’s the cross right? Where all of this collides into the most beautiful love story ever. My debt, my penalty brought there, but it’s not me hanging there as it should be, it’s Him. It’s Jesus – in my place.

So much happens here, and as I sit and reflect on this beautifully awful day, my mind is literally in overdrive. Blood, debt, payments, atonement, prophecies, justice, injustice, mercy, grace, torn curtains, timely sacrifices, covenant, mercy seats, earthquakes, darkness, and all of it part of a perfect plan.

I want to say something about this day, but it almost seems too much.

So I’ll sit. I’ll look. I’ll remember all the things. So many things.

All of them perfect.

All of them complete.

All of them to make the worst things beautiful again.

Perhaps the only words to say really is ….. Thank You Jesus!