“when they climbed into the boat, the wind died down.”

It didn’t need to be told to stop, it just stopped.

It hadn’t been told to start, that we know of, it just blew, keeping the disciples working, their arms rowing.

And then, when Jesus was with them, when they had seen him on the water and given him a hand climbing into the boat, when they were distracted by His presence, it just stopped.

The wind did its job that night, effectively serving the master of the wind and the waves.

Maybe that’s what the rocks would have done if the people hadn’t spoken up.

Maybe that’s what the heavens do, night after day.

Maybe that’s what creation does.

Maybe I should think about that, as an effective obedient servant. Just going about my work.