Chaos has many voices. It’s the honking of cars in gridlock when you’re already late. It’s the phone buzzing with messages you have no time to read or reply. It’s a sink full of dishes, a desk buried in bills, and a mind that won’t stop rehearsing what ifs. It’s three errant to run tomorrow with mere minutes in between to ensure you make it back before lunch time is over.
Sometimes, chaos is louder inside than outside – the worries sprinting through your head, the questions with no answers, the ache of grief that slips in between ordinary moments.
We think peace will come when the waves die down. But what if peace is not dependent on the waves?
He got up, rebuked the wind and said to the waves, “Quiet! Be still!” Then the wind died down and it was completely calm. He said to his disciples, “Why are you so afraid? Do you still have no faith?” (Mk 4:39-40)
When Jesus slept in the boat during the storm (Mark 4:35–41), He wasn’t pretending the waves didn’t exist. He was showing us that peace doesn’t come from calm seas – it comes from knowing he’s in the same boat.
Storms in life come without invitation – loss, uncertainty, long nights that stretch too far. On the other hand, peace is not stumbled upon; it’s chosen, gripped, guarded.
The waves may still crash.
The storm may still roar.
But if he’s here, I can rest.
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