“Silent Night. Holy Night. All is calm…” That’s when my heart heaved a quivering sigh, for while the evening sky was beautiful, the air calm and silent, my heart was not.
A thousand emotions had created a sort of storm in my heart, where waves lashed and dashed against me and dreary wind moaned and whipped through the corridors. It felt icy and dark and lonely. I thought maybe I should just cry.
Then I saw the stars. Faint at first, but growing steadily brighter as the sky grew steadily darker. That’s when I remembered “who holds my hand” and that the one who stands by me…and heals all wounds in His time. That’s when the storm inside began to ease, and the chilling winds of memory ceased, and that “whispering hope” that quietly steals over the soul returned once again.
The one who stilled the storm on Galilee is still in the business of “Peace, be still”. He’s still the LORD of all. He still makes our burdens light when we cast them on Him. He still puts stars even in the darkest sky.
