What A Day

This is the kind of day it was: 

90 degrees. The air conditioning dies.  

One hour later. The healthy car bleeds burning oil.

Then, the bank account. Don't even get me started on that.

It is tempting to shout at the skies: What else! Why us!  Why now!

Curse this day!

And, yet.  We know.

This is the day that the LORD has made.

Chaos presses, but it is exhausted.  

Panic pushes, but it is diffused.  

The clouds gather, the lightning flashes, the waves crash.

But we know their Father.

We will not wallow in the thrashing waves.

Or cling desperately to the sinking ship.

Or question the one sleeping at the helm.

No.

We will step out onto the water.

The water that churns, seethes, rages--

Its white caps crashing with terrifying force.

None of that matters.

For we are given grace to do the impossible: 

Walk.  

On water.

And so that's what we do.

It is only later that we realize: 

We have out-walked the storms.