Thursday, February 23, 2012


I read lightly of a tossing boat and the disciples’ concern, just a sentence or two. But I stop to play it in real-time–my own storm, my own fears, my own cries. Lord, don’t you care that I’m drowning?

I read His rebuke in the turbulence, “Silence! Be still!” And I’m standing on the deck with the disciples as He turns and speaks.
Writing today at 66 Books.

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