Thursday, May 22, 2014 Posted by Debbie Legg
It wasn’t fear I was feeling. It wasn’t doubt. It was restlessness, unsettledness.
The limited window of time to finish my project was quickly closing. The thought of having to wait nine months before I would have time to really work on it again made me almost nauseous.
Then I read, “Do not be afraid, for I am with you. Hear Me saying, Peace, be still to your restless heart.”*
“Peace, be still? That’s familiar.” I found the reference in Mark, Chapter 4.
They awoke Him and said to Him, “Teacher, do You not care that we are perishing?” Then He arose and rebuked the wind, and said to the sea, “Peace, be still!” And the wind ceased and there was a great calm. But He said to them, “Why are you so fearful? How is it that you have no faith?” (38-40 NKJV)
That was it. That was what I was feeling. “Jesus, do You not care that my dream is dying?”
For a long while I wrestled with the wind and waves, the fear and lack of faith I finally admitted.
And I gave in. “I’m trying to hear You saying ‘Peace, be still’ to my restless heart, but all I want to do is sob. Please, heal my restless heart and bring peace.”
Then I felt, “There. Was that so hard?”
I was surprised. “No. But it still feels restless.”
“But it’s not.”
The faith came first. The peace came later.
But come it did.
*(Sarah Young, Jesus Calling, April 20)