"At about four o'clock in the morning, Jesus came toward them walking on water. They were scared out of their wits. "A Ghost!" they said, crying out in terror.
But Jesus was quick to comfort them. "Courage, it's me. Don't be afraid"
Peter, suddenly bold, said, "Master, if it is really you, call me to come to you on the water."
He said, "Come ahead."
Jumping out of the boat, Peter walked on the water to Jesus. But when he looked down at the waves churning beneath his feet, he lost his nerve and started to sink. "Master, save me!"
Jesus didn't hesitate. He reached down and grabbed his hand. Then he said, "Faint-heart, what got into you?"--Matthew 14:25-31, The Message
Can't you almost hear the tone in Jesus' voice? It reminds of when I hear Reese crying because she thinks I've disappeared so I chide her, "Silly goose, I'm right here!" And so it is with him; he's right here. As I mentioned in last week's post on Joy, I've had a pretty easy life. It's easy to be at peace when things are going well, I think.
However, I can remember the time I was most at peace, and it was during one of the most traumatic experiences in my life--when Terry and I lost our first baby to miscarriage. (Thought I was going to say my toddler overdosing on excedrin didn't you!)
I remember that moment in my life like it was yesterday. I don't remember the pain at all, but I can feel the peace still. Knowing that God was in control and the baby was his, not mine, anyway. Literally, I could feel people praying for me and then the peace just washed completely over. Ever since then I have felt it in every day life, but it becomes so overwhelmingly apparent when I go through something big, like Reese taking a whole bunch of little red grown up pills that look like Skittles--just for an example. I knew what his peace felt like, and I trusted Him even though I really wished we weren't going through all of this, and waited for it to wash over me again. It did. (Of course it didn't help that the ambulance driver is pushing her through the children's ER on a gurney shouting, "Your accidental overdose is here!" I tried desperately to follow that up with "It wasn't an illegal narcotic or anything!" so I didn't look like the worst mother ever.)
Where was I, oh yeah, Peace! Sometimes we all forget who's in charge and begin to look at our circumstances and start to sink like a bowling ball in quick sand. It's comforting to know that Jesus is right there with love, holding out his hand to us saying "Silly goose, what got into you? Can't you see I'm right here?"
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