Let us go to the other side.
To a bunch of leather-faced fisherman who know the drill.
Men who know boats. Men who know the water.
Just another routine trip across a lake they’ve navigated hundreds of times.
They could do it in their sleep.
On this day it is Jesus who sleeps.
Somewhere in the middle of the lake, a storm blows in brutal enough to drive even sea-worthy men to panic.
And in their fear they accuse.
Teacber, do You not care….?
Jesus speaks. Hush, be still.
Is He just talking to the wind?
The fishermen had forgotten in their fear the sleeping King had told them from the beginning they were going to the other side.
I took the spade to some plants the other day and plunged the blade into the middle of the greenness and pushed.
I heard the snap of the tender stalks.
I carefully lifted the blade and plunged it in again, this time around the perimeter of the plant, lifting the roots.
The spade brought the intial cut.
The shovel did the rest.
Slicing into the ground it cut through the entanglement of roots and life-giving dirt and separated the stalks from the only home it has known.
I shook the dirt clods from the roots and carefully laid the bent and bruised stalks on the ground while I dug another hole.
The plant I ripped from the ground looked dead.
But I know a secret.
I plunge and cut and uproot because I want more flowers.
I know that the uprooting will bring new growth.
I know that the bruising will bring more life.
A new chapter begins for my family upon hearing that the company my husband has worked for the better part of twenty five years is suddenly shutting some operations down.
Unemployment was not on the radar screen.
The horizon is clouded and we cannot see what is in front of us.
We feel the sharp blade of the spade.
We are learning to trust in a King who rests during a storm.
We are learning to trust even more in a Savior who wants us to live out of faith and not fear.
I know the King cuts and slices and uproots.
It is because He wants more flowers.