• CHM Pszonka

Peace in the Storm

Updated: Aug 28, 2020

“O afflicted one, storm storm-battered and unconsoled…”

He doesn’t always calm the storm. He doesn’t always still the waves. He doesn’t always calm the wind. Not in the way I’d like Him to. Not in the way I’m expecting.

Sometimes He asks me to trust even while the storm is still raging around me. While the waves are rising above me. While the wind is howling and the lightning bursts and the thunder cracks and the wind is blisteringly sharp. And I can either sink, or draw closer to His Heart, close enough that the beat of His Most Sacred Heart drowns out the waves and the wind.

He calms the storm raging in my heart. He who holds all creation in His Sacred Hands holds me in the storms of my life. He who spoke light into existence and set the courses of the planets sings peace to my soul as we dance on the waves.

The storm hasn’t gone. Somewhere beyond Jesus, the storm still bellows. But a storm can’t be tended like a garden. A storm has to be waited out. We can hide. We can cower. We can rage against Our Lord, telling Him the storm isn’t fair, begging Him to take it away. We can cry out as the apostles cried as He slept in the boat, “Lord, we are perishing!”

Or we can trust, knowing that this storm, like all storms, will pass. He doesn’t always wake and rebuke the storm. Not in the way we want Him to. Not in the way we expect. But He is always with us, closer than our very breath.

O afflicted one, storm-battered and unconsoled, I lay your pavements in carnelians, your foundations in sapphires;
I will make your battlements of rubies, your gates of jewels, and all your walls of precious stones.
All your children shall be taught by the Lord; great shall be the peace of your children.
In justice shall you be established, far from oppression, you shall not fear, from destruction, it cannot come near.

Isaiah 54:11-14

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