The Storm Is Real—So Is the Rest

(Learning to find rest when the waves won’t)

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Some storms seem louder at night.

Not because the thunder is louder. But because your thoughts won’t turn off. And silence, instead of being peaceful, becomes a megaphone for every fear you tried to ignore during the day.

Jesus slept through a storm that had experienced fishermen panicking (Mark 4:35–41).

Not because He didn’t care.

But because He already knew they’d get to the other side.

That’s the part I struggle with—the in-between.

I know what He said:

“Let us go across to the other side of the sea.” (v. 35 CSB)

But He didn’t say what would happen during the crossing.

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Peace isn’t the absence of waves—

It’s trusting who’s in the boat.

Sometimes I think I’d sleep better if the storm would just stop.

But maybe… rest isn’t waiting for the storm to end.

Maybe it’s learning to breathe differently while it rages.

Because Jesus didn’t calm the storm first—He calmed the disciples.

He said, “Why are you afraid? Do you still have no faith?” (v. 40 CSB)

Not to shame them. But to show them: your fear talks louder when your faith isn’t fed.

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What if rest is resistance?

Rest is radical when everything says panic.

Rest is spiritual warfare when your mind is spinning.

Rest is trust wearing pajamas.

Not lazy. Not checked out.

Just anchored—even if the waves keep hitting the hull.

So yes, I’m still wide awake in my storm sometimes.

But I’m learning to stop fighting sleep like it’s weakness.

Even Jesus slept.

Even God rested.

And not once did the storm undo His promise.