Caught In A Storm

Caught In A Storm

Every time I try to lay down it feels like I’ve gotta huge metal plate lodged in my lower back that just desperately needs to come out. Laying down simply exposes the pain and issues like nothing else. The past two days and nights are beginning to wear me down. Everything depends on me being able to rest well at night and being able to keep my nerve pain contained.

My legs have been killing me all day and it’s obvious the nerve pain is ramping up throughout my lower body. Right now I feel like I’m on a boat that is caught in a sudden storm. I see the waves crashing and I’m starting to get very motion sick. I’m also starting to get very concerned because I know I desperately need things to die down.

I know for certain Jesus is in the boat with me, but this storm is no joke. I’m trying to stand firm in my faith no matter how I feel. I know with just one word Jesus can calm this storm. While I’ve been in this kinda storm many times it never gets easy. All I know is their is only one way through and that’s by keeping my eyes on Jesus. Only He can calm the storm or His child.

“Then he got into the boat and his disciples followed him. Suddenly a furious storm came up on the lake, so that the waves swept over the boat. But Jesus was sleeping. The disciples went and woke him, saying, “Lord, save us! We’re going to drown!” He replied, “You of little faith, why are you so afraid?” Then he got up and rebuked the winds and the waves, and it was completely calm. The men were amazed and asked, “What kind of man is this? Even the winds and the waves obey him!”
Matthew 8:23-27

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