You Were Held, Not Just Lucky

The sun has gone down, and in this gathering dark, the old fear returns: that you are only here because you got lucky, and the next wave will finally drown you. You look at the calm behind you and call it chance, bracing your muscles for a impact that you are sure you cannot survive.

But there was a night when the light itself slept in the back of a boat while a furious squall filled it with water. The disciples screamed that they were done for, yet the one who held them did not panic, did not calculate the odds, and did not rely on luck.

He stood and spoke to the chaos, and the wind obeyed. Your survival was not a roll of the dice.

It was a keeping. The same presence that silenced the storm is in your small room tonight, and it does not sleep through your terror.

You have made it through every wave so far not because you were fortunate, but because you were held.