As I walked back inside, mail in tow, I thought about the gift of the quiet and why I appreciated it so much. The folks that have lived out in this area all their lives are used to it, but for me, it's a new pleasure that is such a delight, that I can't even describe what my heart feels when I experience it each day! After being used to noise, the quiet is a gift.
The Lord whispered in my heart then, a sweet truth that I pondered on the rest of the afternoon. You and I will not appreciate the peace until you've gone through the storm. We would become so complacent and dependent on ourselves if He didn't allow the thunder of trials to reach our ears, or the splash of the rough waves to spill into our boat. The disciples on the Sea of Galilee appreciated the peace that Jesus brought because they'd experienced the rage of the waters.
If you're going through a storm right now and are hearing the roar of the waves, know that there will be a day in the future when the sea is calm, and you will bask in the sunshine and relishing its quiet because you have learned that times of peace are a gift from God. While you're in the midst of it, remember Jesus' words to the frightened disciples - "It is I, be not afraid." He is near. Then also remember - Storms don't last forever.