Finding Peace on Highway 49
“Who is this? Even the wind and the waves obey him!” — Mark 4:41b
Gripping the Wheel
To this day, it ranks as one of the very worst storms I’ve encountered. At the time, my family lived in Greenwood, Mississippi, about an hour north of my in-law’s home near Yazoo City. After visiting them for the day, we drove back to Greenwood up Highway 49, a rural, two-lane road that travels through the flat and fertile soil of the sparsely populated Mississippi Delta. My wife and I were sitting in the front with our three children side-by-side on the back row of the minivan.
Soon it began to rain. Not your ordinary rain, but the kind where wipers on high do little to clear the water off the windshield. It was like driving through a waterfall. Straight-line winds began blowing so hard, I thought we might get blown off the road. It was dark and there wasn’t a shoulder on the highway — only ditches on either side.
Although I could barely make out the yellow lines separating the two lanes, we pressed on in the darkness, with my hands clutching the steering wheel as tightly as I could.
At one point, I remember looking in the rear-view mirror to check on my children, knowing they must be terrified. To my astonishment, they were asleep.
How could they sleep through such a ferocious storm? You know why. They trusted their Daddy.
That is what little children do. They have instinctive trust. Now I’ll admit, my kids should have kept one eye open that night. I may have been bigger than they were, but I am not all-sovereign, all-wise, and all-able.
But there is a Father who is.
What if I could trust him as my children trusted me? What if I could have the kind of peace through storms that my kids did on Highway 49? Is that kind of peace possible?
We find the answer in Mark 4:35–41.
35 That day when evening came, he said to his disciples, “Let us go over to the other…