I Am the God of the Storm
Thunder is one of the most significant and scary things about a storm. It’s an ear-shattering clap that sounds like it’s going straight through the Earth. I was terrified of it as a kid, but after some maturing, I began to respect it.
I realized there was no way a man could recreate a sound so piercing and surreal. I still wouldn’t dare be caught outdoors during a storm, but I liked hearing the thunder and learning of God’s ability to make and control the storm.
The storms in our lives are just as scary. The pain of rejection, heartache, guilt, and regret can hit us like the clap of thunder, surging through our souls like lightning and leaving us drowning in despair.
Bills keep piling up, our loved ones are dying, our children are losing their faith, jobs are scarce, we can’t understand the fights we get into with our friends, and our spouses don’t love us as they once did. Sometimes, we feel like it’s all too much to handle and that, despite our best efforts, we can’t make it through. I know. I’ve been there, too.
Many people blame the storm for their problems, viewing it as a rude interruption to an otherwise peaceful existence. But I don’t think that the storm is the problem so much as how we see it.
Take Simon Peter, one of Jesus’ disciples, for example.
After the miracle feast of two fish and five loaves, when Simon Peter (Peter for short) and the rest of the disciples saw Jesus walking on the water that terribly stormy night, he was the first disciple to ask Jesus to prove he was not a ghost but indeed the Christ he chose to follow.
Peter did this by asking Jesus to grant him the ability to walk to him on the water, too. Jesus granted the request, and Peter confidently stepped out of the boat and onto the water, making his way to Jesus’ outstretched arms.
“Oh, ye of little faith, wherefore did you doubt?” Matthew 14:22-33 (Image: Unsplash)