Our basement was not fancy. There were concrete block walls and a concrete slab floor. There were crude wooden plank shelves against the wall that held Mother's canning of all the garden produce. The single light bulb hanging in the middle of the ceiling had already lost the electricity to power it, yet the clear mason jars with green beans, red tomatoes, and orange peaches appeared strangely bright and colorful in the dim light of the oil lantern.
Mother was not afraid of storms; it took more than storm warnings or wind, thunder and lightning for us to be herded down the concrete stairs into the basement. But that afternoon was different as Mother wore a worried expression on her face and gave firm commands to move quickly into the basement and fasten the door shut. A tornado was coming.
Thankfully, we rode out the storm without serious loss. We were happy when it passed and we were able to go back up the concrete stairs and back inside our house.
During Jesus' public ministry on earth, one evening found Him asleep in a small boat with His disciples when strong winds and high waves frightened the disciples into waking Jesus and asking for His help before they died.
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. Mark 4:39 (NKJV)
And the disciples marveled that the wind and the waves obeyed their Lord.
We all have storms in our lives, literally and figuratively. Sometimes we, like the disciples, cry out to Jesus, "Lord, I feel like I might die under the weight of all this." Jesus can still say to us through His Word and the Holy Spirit, "Peace, be still!" When He does, His peace, not dependent upon circumstances or people or things, will help us to find faith and hope to get us through as we allow Him to work out His will in our situations.
Scripture taken from the New King James Version. Copyright © 1982 by Thomas Nelson, Inc. Used by Permission. All rights reserved.
© 2017 Jeanne Dial