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Into the Boat

It had been another exhausting day, from morning until evening. Extra time was involved in feeding hungry people who had stayed and listened, watching the Teacher for any great work that may be done before them. The 12 disciples who followed had grown tired and hungry as well, they were willing to send the people away, but no, that wasn't His way, the Jesus way. He fed them fish and bread, and used their very hands to serve it up. The meal had started with just enough for one, but they had gathered even leftovers after the 5000+ crowd was full. He was obviously tired, and sending his disciples on in their boat, he stole away up the mountain for rest and rejuvenation for his soul. But, sleep would once again evade Him . . .

He saw their struggle with the waves and wind. No matter how hard they rowed, their attempts were futile, as water began to gush over the sides of the boat. So He left his quiet sanctuary and entered into the storm upon the sea. Walking toward them, instead of bringing immediate relief, He found terror in their eyes, even when He spoke to them. It must be a ghost they thought and shouted, they would want no part of this nightmare right before them! "Go away!" But instead of vanishing, He spoke calming words, "Take courage, it is me, Jesus!" Then He got into their boat and was with them . . .

As I drive to work and wonder what will challenge me today, I'm reassured that whatever storm or harassing wind that may threaten me, My Lord sees me and will enter into my boat, into my day, and be with me each minute, through it all. With His presence, peace will reign . . .

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