Have you ever noticed just when you think you finally have everything under control, a new storm comes up in your life? Call it a tempest, a tornado, or a twister. It crops up just when you think you’ve reached the point of smooth sailing, and it reminds you how badly you need Jesus in your boat.
I remember my first time rafting at summer camp in Colorado. Having grown up in the West Texas desert, I had limited experience with water, and I swallowed hard when I saw the rapids of the Colorado river. Apparently nine of us were going to board a raft to navigate the river. We snapped on our orange life vests and grabbed the oars as our coach explained that obeying his orders would help us keep control of the raft. Seeing everyone else’s bravado helped me pretend I felt just fine about the whole thing, but secret dread filled my heart. [Read more…]