Devotionals

Mark 6:47–48 “And when even was come, the ship was in the midst of the sea, and he alone on the land. And he saw them toiling in rowing…” Jesus was on the mountain. The disciples were in the sea. Darkness had fallen, the storm had risen, and the wind was pressing hard against them.…

Mark 6:45 “And straightway he constrained his disciples to get into the ship, and to go to the other side before unto Bethsaida, while he sent away the people.” Jesus constrained them to get into the boat. That word is strong—it means to compel or even to force. Why would Jesus push His disciples into something that

Mark 6:51–52 “And he went up unto them into the ship; and the wind ceased: and they were sore amazed in themselves beyond measure, and wondered. For they considered not the miracle of the loaves: for their heart was hardened.” The disciples had just witnessed one of the most incredible miracles—5,000 men fed with five

Mark 6:50 “For they all saw him, and were troubled. And immediately he talked with them, and saith unto them, Be of good cheer: it is I; be not afraid.” Fear has a way of blinding us. The disciples saw Jesus coming and didn’t recognize Him. They thought He was a ghost. Isn’t it amazing

Mark 6:48 “And about the fourth watch of the night he cometh unto them, walking upon the sea, and would have passed by them.” The fourth watch of the night was between 3 a.m. and 6 a.m.—the darkest, loneliest part of the night. The disciples had been fighting the storm for hours. No light. No

Mark 6:48 “And he saw them toiling in rowing; for the wind was contrary unto them: and about the fourth watch of the night he cometh unto them, walking upon the sea, and would have passed by them.” Sometimes the wind of life pushes hard against us. We row, we strain, we sweat—yet it feels

Mark 6:48 “And he saw them toiling in rowing; for the wind was contrary unto them: and about the fourth watch of the night he cometh unto them, walking upon the sea, and would have passed by them.“ They couldn’t see Him—but He saw them. That line always grips me. The disciples were caught in

Isaiah 37:36 “Then the angel of the LORD went forth, and smote in the camp of the Assyrians a hundred and fourscore and five thousand: and when they arose early in the morning, behold, they were all dead corpses.” The enemy came with noise, numbers, and threats—but in one silent sweep, God settled the matter.

Isaiah 37:21 “Then Isaiah the son of Amoz sent unto Hezekiah, saying, Thus saith the LORD God of Israel, Whereas thou hast prayed to me against Sennacherib king of Assyria…” Hezekiah prayed—and heaven responded. That’s the power of prayer. God wasn’t indifferent to the threats or distant from the pain. He saw. He heard. And

Isaiah 37:14–15 “And Hezekiah received the letter from the hand of the messengers, and read it: and Hezekiah went up unto the house of the LORD, and spread it before the LORD. And Hezekiah prayed unto the LORD…” What do you do with bad news? Hezekiah took it to God. The king didn’t vent to