Peace

Part.Two

Laurence helped me carry the blue kayak to the water’s edge last evening. I paddled some. It didn’t take much effort. Part of the time, I just floated on the placid waters of Lake Champlain.

Imagine our surprise, when we opened the door to the deck this morning and looked out over the lake. “I won’t be kayaking,” I told Laurence. We poured coffee and went to the Adirondack chairs down at the lake. The wind roared and waves beat ferociously against the shore. The azure blue of yesterday turned more muddy brown. Whitecaps churned.

Life’s like that. Jesus then comes on the scene and says, “Peace be still. Why are you so fearful? How is it that you have no faith” (Mark 4:29,30)?

It was a good day yesterday with going to the Vermont Islands and Mt. Philo. Back at the cottage, Laurence grilled peanut chicken for supper. Afterwards, we drove Lake Shore Road again and stopped at Happy Pike for ice cream with a view. Today, we’re thinking Mt. Jay in Vermont.

The disciples said, “What manner of man is this, that even the wind and the sea obey him?” It’s Jesus who gave His life for me. Because of Him, I have peace.

Berniece