Luke 8:24a The disciples went and woke him, saying, “Master, Master, we’re going to drown!”
This passage, this story in all its iterations, has always resonated with me. *I* am the disciples freaking out in the storm with Jesus napping peacefully in my boat. *I* am the one amazed after Jesus quiets the storm. *I* am the one of whom He asks, “Where is your faith?” because of my panic with Him right there with me. Help me, Jesus.
Luke 8:24b He got up and rebuked the wind and the raging waters; the storm subsided, and all was calm.
Commentary says about this section, “Unbelief is the rejection of a promise or a command of God relevant to a particular situation.” My gut reaction is to reject this sentence, but I know that my fear, even when God has promised to be with me ALWAYS, is a problem. At its heart, fear is unbelief (Why would I be afraid if I trusted His promise to be with me always?), and that is not where I want to be. Help me, Jesus.
Luke 8:25a “Where is your faith?” he asked his disciples.
Precious Savior, Thank You for this reminder that my fear, my anger, my need for control all subvert my faith in You. I do not want that. I love You. I believe You. I trust You. Lord, “I believe; help my unbelief!” (Mark 9:24). Help me, Jesus. Amen.
Luke 8:25b In fear and amazement they asked one another, “Who is this? He commands even the winds and the water, and they obey him.”
Have a blessed day.