A tiny boat, tossed by the waves. Cruel water, frigid winds: the lapping of icy death at the bow. Oars straining, necks craning, salt water fresh on the cheeks. Wood splintering, shouts arising, hope fleeing, tears shed.
To this my Jesus awakes.
And all He does is stand on His feet and calmly say, "Peace."
Stop.
Quiet. Calm. Rest. Relief. Thrill. Joy. Peace.
And the waters, not a moment before dashing about and threatening life, now lie still as a mirror, reflecting the starry sky, the path of a luminous moon...
And something more.
The face of Jesus.
Only in stillness can our hearts reflect.
And only in reflecting will we be saved.
*credits of original thought to Hannah Rayne
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