Asleep In The Boat

The wind howled like a living thing, shrieking through the night as the boat heaved beneath the weight of the waves. It was as if the sea itself had risen in fury, lashing out with relentless force, tossing the small vessel as though it were nothing more than driftwood. Water surged over the sides, drenching the disciples as they fought against the chaos, their hands gripping the wooden edges with desperate strength. The rain poured in heavy sheets, blurring their vision, making it nearly impossible to tell where the sky ended and the sea began. Every crash of the waves sent cold shockwaves through their bodies, their hearts pounding with the fear that at any moment, they might be swallowed whole. (Mark 4:37) This was no ordinary storm. They had seen rough waters before—many of them were fishermen, after all. They knew how to navigate through wind and waves, how to adjust the sails, how to hold steady when the sea grew restless. But this was different. This was a storm that defied ex...