On that day, when evening had come, he said to them, “Let us go across to the other side.” And leaving the crowd behind, they took him with them in the boat, just as he was. Other boats were with him. A great windstorm arose, and the waves beat into the boat, so that the boat was already being swamped. But he was in the stern, asleep on the cushion; and they woke him up and said to him, “Teacher, do you not care that we are perishing?” He woke up and rebuked the wind, and said to the sea, “Peace! Be still!” Then the wind ceased, and there was a dead calm. He said to them, “Why are you afraid? Have you still no faith?” And they were filled with great awe and said to one another, “Who then is this, that even the wind and the sea obey him?”

{Mark 4:35-41}

I would much rather stand in the eye of the storm with Jesus as my anchor, then have sailed through a storm-free existence without Him. I would never have known unconditional love, experienced the consumption of His Light, and found my true Home otherwise. Hey, devil? Did you get everything you wanted? Lol! No, you didn’t! You didn’t get ME, now, didja? I’m still here still God’s favorite daughter. Oh, and by the way … HAPPY 10TH BIRTHDAY to this truly EPIC song!

LIVING IN THE

EYE OF THE STORM

I can’t run … too dangerous to open the door. I can’t hide … there’s nowhere to go anymore. I’ve got nothing to hold on to. I can’t break through living in the eye of the storm.

I’m watching all of these dark clouds. I’m watching blue skies turn to gray … and the lightening has struck ground … and a million eyes start to rain.

I’m watching everything go down. I’m watching everything wash away. The lonely streets don’t talk now. Nobody hears what they’ve gotta say.

I’m watching hopeful hearts breaking. I’m watching lovers turn to enemies. All our memories fading … we forget the ones we really need.

I’m watching evil men break dreams. I’m watching good intentions turn to greed. They’re never satisfied taking what all their power just couldn’t feed.

I know I gotta be strong, but it’s hard to hold on and on and on and on and on. I can’t run … too dangerous to open the door. I can’t hide … there’s nowhere to go anymore. I’ve got nothing to hold on to. I can’t break through living in the eye of the storm. So numb … surrounded by a violent force. Inside … fighting through a deepening war. I need something to hold on to to get me through living in the eye of the storm.