Peter

As Peter stepped off the boat into the crashing waves to meet the Savior, I can only imagine the amount of faith he must've had. He walked through the tempest with his eyes on the Lord, believing and trusting Him. It was only when he noticed the winds and the storm that he started to sink and he was afraid. He cried to the Savior to save him. "And immediately Jesus stretched forth his hand, and caught him."

How many storms of life are we asked to step into?  It's so hard to not be afraid and stay afloat.

In Isaiah 35:4 it says, "Say to them that are of a fearful heart, Be strong, fear not: behold, your God will come with vengeance, even God with a recompence; he will come and save you."

As I put my feet over the side of this boat, I gaze down at the storm, and I pray I can have the same faith Peter possessed. I know that my Savior will immediately take my hand.

"Be still, my soul: Thy God doth undertake

To guide the future as he has the past.

Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake;

All now mysterious shall be bright at last.

Be still, my soul: The waves and winds still know

His voice who ruled them while he dwelt below.

I will keep my eyes on Him, the One who rules the waves and winds. I trust Him to lead me through this tempest and know that He loves me more that I can even comprehend. 

I don't know what the future brings. Only He knows. My tender heart can only shout, "Be Still My Soul," and give Him my complete faith.