Matthew 14:31
Immediately Jesus reached out His hand and took hold of Peter.
“You of little faith,” He said, “why did you doubt?”
The Galilean spray stung Peter’s eyes, but his heart was fixed on the Master. For a few breathtaking moments, the rugged fisherman defied gravity, treading upon the liquid fury of the sea. But then, the gale roared. He shifted his gaze from the Savior’s face to the swelling, white-capped waves. In that heartbeat of distraction, faith flickered, and Peter began to sink.
How like us. We brave life with bold intentions until the wind begins to howl. We start to sink the moment we value the size of our storm over the strength of the Savior. Yet, even in our splashing panic, Christ is not distant. He doesn’t wait for us to swim back; He reaches down. Do not fear the waves, friend. Just reach for the Hand that never lets go.
I’m Lonnie Davis, and these are thoughts worth thinking.
Suggested prayer. Lord, when the winds howl and my heart wavers, keep my eyes fixed on You. Hold my hand through every storm.