by Macy Johnson
“A strong wind was blowing
and the waters grew rough.”
(John 6:18 NIV)
I looked
out my window one summer morning and watched the wind blow the trees to and fro
in a frightening manner. The water on the lake bounced back and forth. Waves
seemed to dance on top of each other. Overcast skies hinted at much-needed
rain, but it was not in the forecast. What is God trying to tell me? I
thought. Am I in for some rough spiritual weather?
When I
assumed everything was running smoothly, the Holy Spirit tossed a monkey wrench
into the works and flung all my musings into the air. “My thoughts are not your
thoughts,” God reminded me. I dare not become complacent and let impending spiritual
storms catch me off guard. Hurricane season reminds me to hold on to Jesus when
my self-confidences are scattered.
The joy of
writing had eluded me for a while, but God laid it back in my lap with a string
of His thoughts. I am not a writer – my heavenly Father is. He gets all the credit.
I reached
for my thermal coffee mug. The liquid inside had cooled before I could snap a
lid on. Distractions set in to drag me away from what was important and
necessary – my focus on God. I needed to accept life less like a list of tasks
to be checked off and more like an adventure to be experienced. If I could do
that, storms would be less intimidating and more inviting.
I looked
up and watched the sun break through the clouds and the lake waters grow calm.
I imagined Jesus walking on the lake to me. He is the true Author of Peace.
I will trust the Holy Spirit to calm the storms in my soul today. I hope you will, too!
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