When I have no words, the wind and waves refuse to be silent.
‘Deep calls to deep at the roar of your waterfalls; all your breakers and your waves have gone over me.’
They speak, and turn my thoughts to You.
‘For the Lord on high is mightier than the noise of these many waters.’
You, Who create the storms and the calm.
(Calm this storm, too.)
And when the waves recede, let it dissolve all lingering doubt into the vast ocean — forgotten, forgiven.
When you pass through the waters,
I will be with you;
and when you pass through the rivers,
they will not sweep over you.
When you walk through the fire,
you will not be burned;
the flames will not set you ablaze.
For I am the Lord your God,
the Holy One of Israel, your Savior
See, I am doing a new thing!
Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the wilderness
and streams in the wasteland.
— Isaiah 43:2-3, 19
He made the storm be still,
and the waves of the sea were hushed.
Then they were glad that the waters were quiet,
and he brought them to their desired haven.
Whoever is wise, let him attend to these things;
let them consider the steadfast love of the Lord.
— Psalm 107:29, 30, 43
“Lord, I believe; help my unbelief!” (Mark 9:24)