The ringing phone pierces the darkness and I am awakened from a deep sleep. My heart races as I answer. I hate these calls that come at hours that surely do not bring good news. Another unexpected hospitalization. Another mad dash to rearrange my schedule to be with my in laws. I think of the passage in Mark where the disciples rush to You in the boat crying, “Don’t You care that we are perishing?!”. You awoke and quieted the abrupt, raging storm. And then You asked them why they were afraid and still had so little faith? Painful, sad question I am often asked by You. I do not want to need You to calm the abrupt, raging storms in my life. I do not want to need  the threatening winds to cease before I am able to experience Your Peace. I do not want You to have to ask me again, “Do you still know Me so little?”. I desire, by the power of Your Spirit, to rest in Your Arms, my head on the cushion next to Yours, as the waves crash around us.