22 Immediately Jesus made the disciples get into the boat and go on ahead of him to the other side, while he dismissed the crowd. 23 After he had dismissed them, he went up on a mountainside by himself to pray. Later that night, he was there alone, 24 and the boat was already a considerable distance from land, buffeted by the waves because the wind was against it.
25 Shortly before dawn Jesus went out to them, walking on the lake. 26 When the disciples saw him walking on the lake, they were terrified. “It’s a ghost,” they said, and cried out in fear.
27 But Jesus immediately said to them: “Take courage! It is I. Don’t be afraid.”
28 “Lord, if it’s you,” Peter replied, “tell me to come to you on the water.”
29 “Come,” he said.
Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water and came toward Jesus. 30 But when he saw the wind, he was afraid and, beginning to sink, cried out, “Lord, save me!”
31 Immediately Jesus reached out his hand and caught him. “You of little faith,” he said, “why did you doubt?”
32 And when they climbed into the boat, the wind died down. 33 Then those who were in the boat worshiped him, saying, “Truly you are the Son of God.”
I’ve heard this story so many times. It isn’t until now that I truly understand it.
Growing up is hard. People graduate, get married, and move. Friendships change; some end. Life gets busy. Obligations stack up. All of a sudden, you step back and see this tornado of change swirling around you and you can’t seem to make it slow down or stop.
It’s in moments like that where I understand Peter. That’s where he teaches me. In the chaos of the storm, he asked Jesus to make him walk on water. In that moment, Peter’s eyes are fixed on Jesus.
It isn’t until he takes his eyes off Jesus that he begins to sink. That’s me, friend. Up until a week ago, I was chasing Jesus with everything. I was walking on water. My eyes were fixed on Jesus and while the storm was raging around me, I felt His overwhelming peace.
Then I glanced away. I got scared. I looked at the storm and I started to sink. I started to doubt. I let the busyness, the insecurities, the worries overtake me. I started to let them pull me down. But you know who was right there when I cried out for help? Jesus. Just like He always is. Right there to lend a hand, pull me up out of the water, and place me back in the boat. He calms the wind and the rain. He calms the chaos of life. We just have to trust in Him. Trust in His timing. We have to rest in the peace He gives us.
I’m thankful for Peter and His audacity to ask Jesus to call Him out of the boat. And I’m thankful for Jesus who is always there to lend a hand.
Friend, let God’s peace overwhelm you. It’s an incredible place to be.