Stormy Weather
Tossed,
thrown,
about to be overwhelmed,
clinging on
by my fingertips
for dear life.
Who can save me
from this?
You asked me on this journey,
I thought you knew what you were doing,
but this is so rough.
I followed you
and now I feel so afraid
and alone.
You’ve gone to sleep
and left me to cope alone.
You know I’m frightened,
hurt,
scared,
I don’t know what to do.
Wake up,
please,
and come to my rescue.
In you I find my peace,
my centering,
my safe,
secure
place
in the storm.
May I not forget that you are there,
that whilst my panic
is understandable,
it is misplaced.
You are with me,
however high the storm,
however choppy the waters.
I call to you
to save me.
I reach out
to you,
as you ride the storm
with me.
Mark 4:35-41 (CEV)
A Storm
35 That evening, Jesus said to his disciples, “Let’s cross to the east side.” 36 So they left the crowd, and his disciples started across the lake with him in the boat. Some other boats followed along. 37 Suddenly a windstorm struck the lake. Waves started splashing into the boat, and it was about to sink.
38 Jesus was in the back of the boat with his head on a pillow, and he was asleep. His disciples woke him and said, “Teacher, don’t you care that we’re about to drown?”
39 Jesus got up and ordered the wind and the waves to be quiet. The wind stopped, and everything was calm.
40 Jesus asked his disciples, “Why were you afraid? Don’t you have any faith?”
41 Now they were more afraid than ever and said to each other, “Who is this? Even the wind and the waves obey him!”
Pam's Perambulation 
Such an encouraging and comforting post, which echoes my own struggle. Thank you.