"The sea began to be stirred up because the wind was blowing. 19 Then when they had rowed about three or four miles, they saw Jesus walking on the sea and drawing near to the boat; and they were frightened." John 6:18 (NASB)
My sea is stirred up. Again. Stormy seas are common enough circumstances around here that a sign has been posted in the kitchen that reads, "You can't stop the waves, but you can learn to surf." This pretty well describes a best-case-scenario attitude, and it came to mind as I was reading these verses. The Sea of Galilee was a lake located just right to have winds stir up some pretty impressive waves. Being tossed around was to be expected there; yet, it still gave the disciples cause for fear. Jesus cropping up miles from land in the midst of the storm probably had some pretty good heart-attack potential, too.
I am identifying with the disciples being tossed around in the boat today as waves of fear wash in only to retreat in the face of faith. The back and forth brings a feeling makes for some unsettling sea-sickness. Today, I wonder if it is better to stay in the boat green with nausea and holding on for dear life. Or to simply ride out the motion much as a laboring mother endures contractions until she eventually gives birth. Or if there's a surf board out there with my name on it if I'll just take a leap over the side. Whatever response is chosen, I am grateful to know that my boat is in no more danger than that of the disciples rocking along on the Sea of Galilee. And that Jesus is always right alongside.