Posted by: kathryngraves | August 10, 2012

Stormy Waters

The following is another letter I wrote to my friend, Lisa. Six weeks after her husband passed away, her nineteen-year old son passed away. Her husband’s name was Van, and their son was Andrew. Lisa lives in a resort town on a lake surrounded by mountains.

“Now when He got into a boat, His disciples followed Him. And suddenly  a great tempest arose on the sea, so that the boat was covered with the waves. But He was asleep. Then His disciples came to Him and awoke Him, saying, ‘Lord, save us! We are perishing!’ But He said to them, ‘Why are you fearful, O you of little faith?’ Then He arose and rebuked the winds and the sea, and there was a great calm. So the men marveled, saying, ‘Who can this be, that even the winds and the sea obey Him?'” Matthew 8:23-27

The storm. Suffering looks a lot like a chaotic storm. You may remember the time we spent the day out in the boat with Stafford and Mary. It was a beautiful, fun day. Then a sudden storm came up and we had to try to get back to the dock. We put all the kids in the floor as we raced for home. It was terrifying. The waves were huge.

Another time, we played on the lake all day in our boat. You weren’t there, but we had Andrew and Van with us. We saw a storm coming, so Van took Andrew home and we drove our boat toward our campsite on the other side of the lake. But as we passed out of the Narrows, we the wind and rain hit us full-force. One wave was so huge, our whole boat went under it. I thought for sure we’d drown. I screamed as we headed under. But we popped up after it crashed over us. And then it only took a few minutes to make it to the shoreline where we could run in its shelter to the boat ramp. By the time we arrived, the storm had already subsided into a light, gentle rain.

The waves. Lisa, your storm has gotten worse and more intense the longer it has gone on. Now you’re in the kind of waves that could capsize your boat and drown you. But just like I can’t explain how we survived that wave, Jesus is in your boat waiting to bring you through. The shoreline is ahead, a solid shelter to help you navigate until you get “home.”

The worst part of my cancer battle was just before and right after my surgery. Five months dragged by after my diagnosis, during which I underwent chemo. By the time my surgery loomed, I really thought this wave might do me in. Jesus helped me realize He was in my boat. And so were angels sent to minister to me.

The calm. It might seem like He’s asleep, but His very presence is enough to keep us safe. Jesus isn’t like the captain of the cruise ship that ran aground in Italy. He will not abandon your ship. In fact, you don’t even need a lifeboat. Just keep calling His name . . . Jesus! He will hear you and help.

Photo/”White and Yellow Boat on Shore” by Simon Howden/FreeDigitalPhotos.net

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