Peace in the Storm

He maketh the storm a calm,
so that the waves thereof are still.
Then are they glad because they be quiet;
so he bringeth them unto their desired haven.
Psalm 107:29-30

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Welcome to another Scripture Thursday here at Little Birdie Blessings.  With Father’s day this Sunday, I thought I’d write my post on a nautical theme.  Living in a small coastal village in Maine, many of the people around me make their living on or from the sea. 
The verses above, can be looked at two different ways.  Literally, Jesus has the power to calm the storms, quiet the waves, and guide you to safety when on the sea. 

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In another way, we can relate it to the many different storms that come into our life, be it:  physical, spiritual, financial, emotional, relational, and more.  Whatever your “storm” may be, reach out to Jesus for your help.  He loves you more than you can comprehend and wants you to seek Him for peace amidst your storm. 

I came across this old hymn titled The Haven of Rest, written in 1890 by Henry L. Gilmour.   The old hymns have such powerful meaning and many were written out of the personal storms the hymn writers experienced.  As you go through your storms, rather than asking God WHY, ask Him HOW it can be used for good. 

My soul in sad exile was out on life’s sea,
So burdened with sin and distressed,
Till I heard a sweet voice, saying,
“Make Me your choice”;
And I entered the “Haven of Rest”!

I’ve anchored my soul in the “Haven of Rest,”
I’ll sail the wide seas no more;
The tempest may sweep over wild, stormy, deep,
In Jesus I’m safe evermore.

I yielded myself to His tender embrace,
In faith taking hold of the Word,
My fetters fell off, and I anchored my soul;
The “Haven of Rest” is my Lord.

The song of my soul, since the Lord made me whole,
Has been the old story so blest,
Of Jesus, who’ll save whosoever will have
A home in the “Haven of Rest.”

How precious the thought that we all may recline,
Like John, the belovèd so blest,
On Jesus’ strong arm, where no tempest can harm,
Secure in the “Haven of Rest.”

O come to the Savior, He patiently waits
To save by His power divine;
Come, anchor your soul in the “Haven of Rest,”
And say, “My Belovèd is mine.”