Prayer and the Storms in My Life

The Gospels are replete with stories of Jesus going off into the mountains or to some secluded places in order to pray. They are also full of stories of him working miracles and dong works of wonder. Did His power come from the fact that prayer was a regular part of His daily life?

The last two weeks of December were a whirlwind of activities and excitement for me and my family. Between two weddings and the flurry of Christmas celebrations, the days were as crazy and as hectic as could be. Towards the end of the year, I could feel my blood pressure shooting up and my body literally wasting away. My daily prayer time was easily lost in all the hustle and bustle going on around me.

Now, that I have been able to return to my normal routine, I can feel my body recuperating, being renewed and becoming whole and hale again. I worry about storms and strong winds in my life. Like, the apostles in the boat that night, I am afraid of them. I am also afraid of pain and suffering. I take great solace and consolation in hearing the words of the Lord: “Take courage, it is I, do not be afraid!” It is only when I slow down, keep still and pray that I can hear His words.

And when he had taken leave of them,
he went off to the mountain to pray.
When it was evening,
the boat was far out on the sea and he was alone on shore.
Then he saw that they were tossed about while rowing,
for the wind was against them.
About the fourth watch of the night,
he came toward them walking on the sea.
He meant to pass by them.
But when they saw him walking on the sea,
they thought it was a ghost and cried out.
They had all seen him and were terrified.
But at once he spoke with them,
“Take courage, it is I, do not be afraid!”
He got into the boat with them and the wind died down.
Mark 6:45-52

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