Lost. Waves crashing. Voices echoing off rocks. Some beckon this way, others the opposite direction.

But He comes in a whisper. Like the rolling in of fog, His peace settles over me. It rests until I am enveloped and all I can see is Him. His glory. His presence. It seeps into my cracks. It seeps into my cracks, and He begins to heal, to make me whole.

I am nothing. A wisp of wind. A broken vessel. A vapor.

I am nothing, but He is everything, all I need. He consumes my nothingness until He is all that’s left.

Broken? Here’s His invitation: “Come rest in me.” Because, friends; I am broken. I am nothing. I am lost. But. He. is.

He is the same yesterday, today, and forever. He is not confused by voices echoing, nor is He afraid of waves crashing. He never slumbers. He stands and says, “Peace be still.” “My peace I give you. I do not give as the world gives.”

I would rather be lost in the fog of my Jesus than have clear vision with waves crashing over me!

He is the calm in the midst of the storm. He is the fog that settles and gives rest. I hear Him call my name. “I love you, and I am enough.”
Waves are still crashing, but I will rest in this God fog, this holy presence. I don’t have to see where I’m going when all I see is Him. I am running to Him, struggling, yes, but I am running, and when He shields my vision so that I cannot see my next step, I will look deep into His loving eyes. I am safe. I am secure. I am His.

Do I know where I am going? No, no, I am clueless, but I know where He is. He is the mist I am lost in, and I will linger in His presence. Lost in His gaze. Lost in my Jesus, and if I linger long enough?

Then I realize He is enough. Beauty in the madness. Calm in my storm.