My Shelter in the storm

“Jesus, Jesus, wake up! Don’t you care that we’re all about to die?”

The boat had already taken in water and fear swept over them as they clung helplessly to the sides. Their hearts pounded. Their minds raced. They cried out for help.

Matthew 8: 23-27

Jesus lay sleeping in the helm. How could he be sleeping at such a time as this?  Perhaps the real question is, why aren’t we?

I’d been fighting a spiritual battle for a long time, and I couldn’t do it anymore. In attending “Journey of Love”  I wept tears of joy not only for my son but tears of pain for myself. The private pain I carried around overwhelmed me at times and I felt unable to reveal its depths to anyone. That night, sharing only the surface of the storm within, a mom took me by the hands and prayed for me. She spoke to Jesus for me because all I could do was cry. (I’m so thankful for her and for each person who had been praying for me…)

Looking back now I was like the disciples in the boat. Trying to do everything I could to just hang on. When at last I cried out, “Don’t you care? I can’t do this anymore. I’m done.”

Do you want to know what He said?

“You’ve come to far. Peace. Be Still.”

The storm was over. He was waiting for me to let Him in, to let Him help.

Then it hit me, at some time I had begun thinking that because I was saved, forgiven, and loved that I didn’t need His help anymore. He had showed me it all, and I could do it on my own because I knew everything…  I was wrong.

I don’t have to be the mommy that has it all figured out. I can just be me and that is enough. A wife. A mommy. A daughter. (A Mommy’s Night Out)

Jesus is so right. He’s my Shelter in the storm and I still need Him now more than ever.  He is my Joy.

“Weeping may endure for a night, But joy comes in the morning. ” Psalm 35:b NKJV

Glorious unspeakable Joy. Have some…

May you know that Jesus loves you and there is nothing hidden from Him. He knows how you feel. He had been tempted in every way and had no sin. It was our sin that caused Him to be crucified. He is your Shelter in the storm. Cling to Him. 

For in the day of trouble
    he will keep me safe in his dwelling;
he will hide me in the shelter of his sacred tent
    and set me high upon a rock. Ps. 27:5