I can remember it like it was yesterday, even though it was probably about five or six years ago. One night as I lay down to go to sleep after a busy day, my thoughts abruptly turned to the story of Jesus walking on the water. As I thought about it, I was suddenly imagining myself in that boat as it was tossed about by waves which threatened to capsize it and send me to a watery grave. I felt myself clinging to the boat but also being acutely aware that out there... somewhere... was Jesus. I remember straining my eyes, trying to catch a glimpse of Him but... the waves were high and the darkness was too great. I couldn't see a thing. I tried desperately to hear his voice but all I could hear was the screaming of the wind accompanied by explosive thunder. I was trying so hard to see Jesus, to hear Jesus but... I couldn't.
Then suddenly, through the darkness and through the noise it dawned on me. I might not be able to see Jesus, I might not be able to hear Him but did that mean that He wasn't there? No. Likewise, just because I could not see or hear Jesus did not mean that He could not see or hear me. This was the lesson God was trying to teach me... and I was to remember it.
I have faced a number of "storms" since then just like I am facing one now. In all likelihood, someone reading this right now is also facing their own storm. Remember this:
While you may not be able to see or hear God in the midst of the storm; He can see and hear you.
You O Lord, keep my lamp burning; my God turns my darkness into light. Ps. 18:28