Jesus Fell Asleep On Me
I believe we always find ourselves in one of three zones. We’re either headed for a storm, in a storm, or just got through a storm. There is one more zone which I find myself in right now. I’m in the eye of the storm which is that zone most overwhelming, frightening, and constantly painful. In fact, during this zone we all cry out for mercy and would give anything for things to calm down.
I’m talking about the difference between a level 5 pain versus a level 10. The difference between a category 1 hurricane and a category 5. The difference between kinda concern and desperate for a breakthrough. The difference between a long day versus an extremely uncomfortable season. Maybe you can’t even explain how you feel, but you know you’re in the eye of a mega storm.
While I still have many blessings in my life I’m just flat miserable. My skin has been crawling nonstop with nerve pain. There is no comfortable position for me to sit or lay down. I’m so sick of being in this tub or bed of nonstop pain. My patience valve has officially busted. I simply can’t see past this misery from where I stand now. All I can do is cling to my faith because none of my feelings are helpful at this time. If I didn’t know any better I would think for sure Jesus must be sleeping through my prayers.
“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.”