The waves were pounding. The wind was whirling.
Jesus was there, walking on the sea, in the midst of it all.
He invited Peter to join him.
So Peter got out of the boat.
Onto the waves. Into the wind.
The others stayed in the boat and watched.
But when they saw what happened,
they worshiped Jesus.
How more perfect can a storm be?
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