Yesterday we got the news that we’ve been hoping and praying for.
Instantly I felt relief and peace. I hit my knees and prayed to God saying “thank you thank you thank you” over and over again until Von came over to me concerned and I got up to play with her.
And then a little later, after the initial rush of peace and excitement started to settle, I started to feel overwhelmed and stressed.
There are still quite a few unknowns in our future. There are so many things that we need to do this week to prepare for the coming weeks. I looked around at our apartment where the dishes have been piling up because I’ve been too stressed to think about them let alone do them. I felt overwhelmed by the clutter I started clearing this weekend but haven’t been able to drop off at the thrift store yet.
And just like that my mind started to race and my heart rate rose and I felt like an anxiety attack was coming.
I started to pray.
This time, instead of thanking God for this beautiful miracle that’s happening, I prayed for calm, for a quiet mind, for clarity to know what to focus on and what to do this week so we could get it all done.
Immediately I felt relief. I was reminded of the story of Christ, when he’s fast asleep on the boat while the storm is raging around them. The disciples were afraid. “Carest thou not that we perish?” They asked him when he finally woke up.
But the waters knew His voice. The sea was calmed. All because of Christ.
Christ can also be the calm spot in our personal storms. If I’ve learned anything this past month it’s that I need to have a foundation in Him. I need to keep myself centered in Him so that I can feel that peace when the waves of life keep coming at full force.
He is the calm in the storm. Always.