Winds of Change

“Meanwhile, the disciples were in trouble far away from land, for a strong wind had risen, and they were fighting heavy waves.”
‭‭Matthew‬ ‭14:24‬ ‭

That wind is a-whistling tonight.

And my words of earlier this afternoon are a-whistling with them.

In my profound wisdom, I told my littles that spring and winter were in a bit of a fight. Spring wants in on the action. Winter is not ready to give up.

That wind is a symptom of their tussle.

Things can get rough while the seasons get it into their heads which one should take over. Each tries its hand at influencing the weather – and each has its say. One day, Spring gets the upper hand. The next, Winter shows his dominance. It’s usually quite the gong show.

We know spring will win out in the end. Sunshine and warm winds, baby animals frolicking in green pastures, kites and picnics are coming.

We just need to sit tight and wait it out while the two seasons tussle for a bit.

I love this story from the book of Matthew.

You may be familiar with the tale – the disciples are fighting a wicked storm and even though they are seasoned fishermen, this one terrifies them. And there goes Jesus, walking on the waves. They fear they are seeing a ghost! When they recognize their Lord, Peter asks to walk on the waves with Him. He sinks. He is rescued. The wind ceases.

They worship.

Notice that the winds of change have the power to stir up fear. To rob their peace. To rock their boat – literally.

But in the midst of the wind?


Walking on water. Proving His power over the wind, the storm, the elements of physics.

Proving that His presence is the antidote to every storm life can serve up.

I know it’s true.

I just finished telling my kids that the winds will bring the very change we are so looking forward to.

I know it’s true.

I just don’t like it, is all.


I know I want change. I want Spring, internal softness, an awareness of God’s presence. And for those things to happen, some nasty ole ice needs to melt away.

But as those two seasons wage war inside, it’s – uncomfortable. Breezy. I feel knocked around by the fight going on.

I feel resistance to surrender. Selfish habits hold tight like stubborn snowbanks.

But I want to make a difference! I want my one life to count! And to do that, I need the Son to melt my tendency to live in a winter parka, stuck in my old ways when I was designed for Spring.

I know Spring wins.

I know in the middle of the wild winds, in the squirming place, the place where the storm is raging, Jesus shows up. He shows up to show me the wind has no power. He shows up to announce that the waves can’t blow me off course. He shows up to settle everything down once I’ve learned to navigate the storm with faith.

So let the winds of change blow.


Sit for a while with the discomfort of it all, the internal shift and mess and struggle.

It’s bringing something new.

Something beautiful.

Welcome the winds of change with me?

Father, we love to be comfortable, even if it means living with less than the glory You desire for our lives. Help us to allow the winds of change to soften us and produce new and beautiful traits within us. Amen.

Published by melodylowes

I am actually a bit of a mess. But in the mess, I’m finding security in knowing I am chosen, I am forgiven, and I matter. After uncovering a history of abuse in my past, I have done a lot of healing - and writing is one way I can invite you deeper into your own healing journey! I write devotionals about the complicated thing called life at, and my poetry is stashed at Pull up a chair and a coffee or tea and let's grow together!

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