Seeing Jesus Walking in the Midst of Unrest

The men were amazed and asked, “What kind of man is this? Even the winds and the waves obey him!” ~ Matthew 8:27

Maybe it came with the onset of Covid-19 into the world—maybe it was here sooner— visceral unrest permeating the air. Each day’s portion disheartening and more disturbing than the day before. My hiding place of serenity appeared to float off in the distance, drifting, across a tiresome void where my thoughts did not find my voice. Until during fervent prayer with blinding tears. . . God’s grace covered me with His feathers, and under His wings I found refuge (Psalm 91:4). I heard this song in my spirit, Precious Lord, Take My Hand. I smiled. Psalms 116:8 flashed in my mind, For thou hast delivered my soul from death, mine eyes from tears, and my feet from falling. Precious Lord take my hand, Thy word have I hid in mine heart, that I might not sin against thee (Psalm 119:11).

Suddenly, I felt revived. . . in the hopes and dreams of my ancestors. Peace rushed in. . . for three men, firmly tied, fell into the blazing furnace (Daniel 3:23). But look. . . I see four men loose, walking in the midst of the fire, and they have no hurt; and the form of the fourth is like the Son of God (Daniel 3:25). Serenity and hope embraced me. For. . . The work of righteousness will be peace, and the effect of righteousness, quietness and assurance forever (Isaiah 32:17). I rejoiced. Seeing Jesus Christ moving midst the unrest soothed the raging storms of my heart. I felt that joy, which surpasses all understanding for the first time in months. I will keep my eyes on Jesus (Matthew 14:22-3). All my help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth (Psalm 121:2).

Thank You God, for allowing me to see Jesus walking in the midst of the unrest and calming the storms of life; restoring hope, joy, and peace. May You always keep me as the apple of Your eye and hide me in the shadow of Your wings (Psalm 17:8). May I never be afraid, because the thoughts that You think towards me, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give me a future and hope (Jeremiah 29:11).

God bless. . . I am Wiley’s granddaughter.