Psalm 107:26-30 (NLT)
Their ships were tossed to the heavens
and plunged again to the depths;
the sailors cringed in terror.
They reeled and staggered like drunkards
and were at their wits’ end.
Does that sailor's uniform fit you? Yes, indeed, it used to be just my size. Although I gave my life to the Lord, I had wrongfully held back bits and pieces, some knowingly because I misjudged His capacity to handle my sins. And in doing so, I cringed and reeled and staggered. And I was most definitely at my wit's ends.
“Lord, help!” they cried in their trouble,
and he saved them from their distress.
He calmed the storm to a whisper
and stilled the waves.
Perhaps it was so that God's greatness would be magnified in His contrast. His gentle, loving calm, settled the destructive waters.
What a blessing was that stillness
as he brought them safely into harbor!
no wonder I can sing your praises with all my heart!
I will wake the dawn with my song.
I will sing your praises among the nations.
Your faithfulness reaches to the clouds.