This morning I woke up at 2:15 A.M. Wide awake. That’s been happening a lot lately. I find it interesting that it’s always at the same time. It used to be 3:30. There are times when I realize I ate too much pizza for supper the night before and that I just need to go back to sleep. Other times, like last night, I’m aware there is a Presence, and a Voice of someone wanting to speak to me, and that I need to listen carefully. Now, before some of you get too spooked out…yes, I am one of those who believes God can speak to you. He could speak in an audible voice if He chose to, as He did in Biblical times with Adam and Eve; with Moses on the mount; with Saul of Tarsus who was knocked to the ground and blinded (to try to get his attention.) Elijah was an Old Testament prophet that heard the voice of God. He was told to go stand on the mountain in the presence of the Lord, and the Lord would pass by. “Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a GENTLE WHISPER. When Elijah heard it, he pulled his cloak over his face and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave.” 1 Kings 19:11-13
More often than not, God now communicates with His children in quiet whispers of the heart, which means you have to be so very, very quiet to hear Him. Maybe that’s why He wakes you up in the middle of the night when there are no distracting lights, no blaring TV or radio, no internet, or a million other weapons of mass distraction. So…you wonder…what did I hear when I was awakened at 2:15 A.M.? From this gentle whisper in my heart I heard the words: JESUS…AT THE CENTER OF THE STORM. The words were so distinct, it was almost as if I had heard them audibly. From this point on I was wide awake, and it seemed as if I was watching a full feature movie playing out various scenes in front of me. When a woman wakes up, wide awake, in the middle of the night, let me tell you – the brain is not quiet. Sometimes I find it quite amusing to see where my mind takes me. At other times, I find it not so amusing, and just wish I could go back to sleep.
Before I go any further, I must warn you…for those who don’t understand how a woman’s mind works. A man compartmentalizes everything neatly in a box. If you were to illustrate a man’s mind you could simply draw a box and place a dot in the center. A woman’s mind, on the other hand, could be illustrated with a box of spilled spaghetti. As I lay awake, contemplating the whisper of my heart, the movie lines played and interwove with each other, like an upended bowl of tangled spaghetti. The first scene that played out was the famous painting “Peace in the Midst of the Storm” by Jack Dawson. This painting depicts a small bird who has found shelter in the cleft of the rock, while a storm is raging. Hidden in the jagged cliffs outside are two images; one of Christ and the other a more sinister looking creature.
Meditating on this scene, the bowl of spaghetti kept filling my box. The next scene to appear was a group of elementary children who had been moved to a hallway for protection from a violent storm. I had remembered seeing this story play out in the news. I heard a group of teachers leading their students in the song “In the Eye of the Storm.”
In the eye of the storm, you remain in control,
In the middle of the war, you guard my soul.
You alone are the anchor, when my sails are torn,
Your love surrounds me, in the eye of the storm…
I find my peace in Jesus’ Name.
I was reminded of the storm chasers who fly their planes through hurricanes as they chart their path. It is so amazing to see them fly through the eye of the storm where there are blue skies, sunshine, and perfect calm.
As this song faded away, I saw the scene of a man and his dog on a sail boat. I remembered reading this true story years ago. They had started out for a day of sailing under sunny skies, when the weather began to turn. As the man changed his course to head back home, the wind picked up and the waves began to toss violently. He feared for his life and the life of his dog. In his panic, he briefly looked down at his dog and was amazed to see perfect peace and love in his eyes. He was not the least bit stressed or agitated. He was just keeping his gaze focused on his master. The man began praying and asking God to forgive him. “My dog has more faith in me, than I have in you,” he confessed. “Help me keep my eyes on you!” The story had a happy ending, and the man learned a lesson in faith that day, from his dog.
The focus of the action then shifted to a similar scene. It was the Sea of Galilee, and Jesus and His disciples were caught in a violent storm in their small boat. Here, too, the disciples feared for their lives. In their panic, they awakened their Master. Jesus spoke to the storm, “Peace, be still,” and immediately the waves calmed. Jesus couldn’t understand why the disciples were so afraid, and rebuked them for their lack of faith.
At this point my mind was beginning to calm and I was beginning to feel drowsy again, but not before two verses of Scripture appeared on the screen:
You will keep in perfect peace him whose mind is steadfast, because he trusts in you. Isaiah 26::3…
and with this one, I turned over and went back to sleep…
I will lie down and sleep in peace, for you alone, O lord, make me dwell in safety. Psalm 4:8
So, I don’t know if there’s anyone out there that needs to be encouraged or reminded of this today, but don’t ever forget…Jesus is in the eye of your storm. He is your center, and it’s there you will find your peace. Find your center. Find your center and keep your gaze steadfast on your Master. Find your peace in Jesus’ Name. It’s “a peace that passes all understanding.”