My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth! He will not let you stumble; the one who watches over you will not slumber. (Psalm 121:2-3)
Relate: The craziest thing happened to me last night. Well, it might be crazy for others, but unfortunately it seems to happen to me all too often. You see, I like to read a bit before I go to bed. If I’m really tired, it doesn’t matter what I read, I’ll be asleep in a few pages tops. If I am not tired, I try to pick something a bit more dry. Last night I decided to read, A History of the Jewish People in the Time of Jesus Christ (First Division, Volume 1). Now, I really like reading history so this wouldn’t have been a wise choice. Except it is a five volume work written over a hundred years ago.
Doesn’t matter. I was enthralled. As often happens with lighter works, I ended up reading, and reading, and reading through the night. By the time I realized how late, or early, it was, my alarm was scheduled to go off in about an hour. I figured at this point my best bet would be to just keep on reading until the thing went off and then get up and start my day. Of course, it wasn’t long after that that I actually did fall asleep.
Now my alarm is loud. LOUD. It has that same grating ringing noise that is reminiscent of fire drills back in grade school. My alarm was also close. It was less than a foot from my head. My alarm is also persistent. It goes for a couple minutes and if I don’t manually shut it off it tries again three times (for just as long each time). Doesn’t matter. When I fell asleep, I fell asleep. My alarm was no match. By the time I opened my eyes, six hours had passed. Noon had come and gone.
React: I am a heavy sleeper. Always have been. If I was in that boat with the disciples during the storm, I would have been sleeping away right beside Jesus. The only difference, the disciples would not have been able to wake me. Not until I wanted to be awaken.
Jesus slept then, but He doesn’t now. Sometimes I feel like I’m praying and He is sleeping away. I find common cause with the disciples while they complain, “How can You sleep while we are drowning!?” The storms are battering away, I’m doing my best to stay on course, bailing water out, but all my efforts are in vain. I’m drowning. And God is asleep in the back of the boat. Where are You, God? Don’t You see what I’m going through? Don’t You care?
God is not asleep. It might be that He needs to lead me through this storm. It might be that He is waiting for the perfect moment to say to my circumstances, “Peace be still.” Either way, He is right there with me. He will not let me stumble. He most definitely does care.
God, help me to praise You in the storm. I am so grateful that You are not like me. You don’t fall asleep right at the very moment I need You awake and alert. Though at times it might seem like You are asleep in the back of the hold, I know better. You are here. With me. I will not stumble because You never sleep.