Mark 4:39 Then He arose and rebuked the wind, and said to the sea, “Peace, be still!” And the wind ceased and there was a great calm
The storm lashed angrily at the sea, tossing dark waters to and fro. The air was filled with a darkness that loomed eerily over the sea and the land. The men on the boat feared for their lives and cried out for help desperately trying to keep the boat from capsizing. Hope was dwindling as water filled the boat faster that they could empty it.
What to do?
That was my life for a few weeks. No amount of steadying the boat helped. I labored day in and day out but the pain of an unknown sickness wouldn’t leave. I was praying, crying out to God but the pain only got worse.
Where was He?
“Abba Father, are you there?” my anguished voice whispered contantly. – but like the men at sea my hope and faith were slipping – fast! I didn’t hear Him so I persereved, holding to His very word; I yielded it as a sword at this enemy; this one had decided to take a swipe at me at a time when obedience had become my best friend. So what had happened? What had caused the enemy to lash out at me so furiously? And – why had my prayers seemed lost in the vastness of the storm. I had whispered, used my normal tone and screamed my prayer, I’d prayed in the spirit and two other languages stretching as hard and as far as I could to reach the heart of my Father.
The storm grew. Bolder and bolder it grew, clawing at my flesh and sending my body into fevers every so often. I knew the diagnosis was wrong; it wasn’t a sickness a human doctor could diagnose but the One who’d hang on the rugged tree knew what was trying to destroy me and only He had the power and authority to set me free. Did I still posses His power?
The winds grew, sending cold rain slashing at the men in the boat. For hours they had screamed for help, fighting the storm bent on destroying them. Exhausted they looked at other – then they realized, one of them was missing. He was still below deck.
In astonishment they asked each other how He could sleep through this menancing darkness. Rushing below decks, they found Him, sound asleep and woke Him up.
“Help us!” some cried.
“How could You sleep through this storm?” others cried faling down as the winds picked up and tossed the boat.
The man sat up, slowly made His way above deck and raised His hand and spoke to the storm. “PEACE – BE STILL.” Just like that, the storm died.
ALL this time they had labored in vain. when the storm came, they forgot who was in the boat with them.
When my storm came, did I forget who was in the boat with me? Like the men in the boat, all I had to do was look at Him and trust Him to quiet it. Instead I labored, fighting my way through the darkest 2 weeks of my life. Didn’t He say He will never leave me nor forsake me? (Deutoronomy 31:6) Didn’t He say I am seated in heavenly places with Christ? (Ephesians 2:6) Didn’t He say if you have faith as small as a mustard seed you will speak to this mountain and command it to be cast into the sea and it will move? (Matthew 17:20) Did He say to not be anxious about anything but in prayer I ought to present my request to Him and that the peace which surpasses all understanding will guard my heart and mind. (Philippians 4:6-7)
The attack was unexpected and unusual but it shouldn’t have surprised me – the devil always plays dity. Faith my friend is a powerful tool. We are not immune to slip ups and we learn from them so when the next storm comes we are careful to remember the size of the storm doesn’t change the size of God. He is immesurable. He is the same today as He was yesterday as He will be tomorrow and always. Trust Him through the storm. Have faith that even though there is no immediate change, He still has a plan to get you through it
The devil’s roar is like a mouse with a microphone – Reinhard Bonnke (paraphrased).
Are you in a place where you feel as if God is far from you? Does the mountain seem bigger today than it was yesterday? Turn to Him, trust He is where He said He will be – beside you. Trust that He knows what you are going trhough before you even ask. Trust that is is able to rebuke your storm no matter what the enemy is saying. The enemy had told me I will never walk again, but I’m running now, I’m dancing before my King. I came to really know – He was on the boat the whole time. He could have stopped the pain before it even got to the point I couldn’t walk but He knew I had it in me to overcome the storm for greater is He that is in us than He that is in the world. I got out – so can you.
If anyone needs prayers, please don’t hesitate to reach out to me. I’d love to pray for you and believe with you for your miracle.
~ Love and Blessings!