Judah’s Quietest Wave — Every evening, after the nets smelled of fish and wet rope, Judah set himself a tiny challenge: count three quiet splashes before he slept. Read the full story →
Every evening, after the nets smelled of fish and wet rope, Judah set himself a tiny challenge: count three quiet splashes before he slept. “One,” he whispered, when the lake tapped the boat. “Two,” when an oar dripped silver in the moonlight.
Until one day, the sky cracked open. Rain slapped his cheeks, waves climbed like dark hills, and the boat groaned under everyone’s feet. Because of that, Judah lost his count. Because of that, he heard every grown man calling out at once.
Then Jesus stood in the tossing boat and spoke to the wind. The thunder folded up. The water smoothed itself with a shhhh. Judah’s joy felt too large to keep in his chest. “Did you hear it?” he cried. Next time you see the curled waves, can you find the quiet splash he shared?
