Lord God,
You told Noah, “Go into the ark, you and all your household, for I have seen that you are righteous before Me in this generation.”
And he obeyed.
When others laughed,
when the skies were still clear,
when the world kept dancing as if nothing would change
Noah entered the ark.
Sometimes faith feels like shutting a door on everything familiar.
It feels like stepping into something that doesn’t make sense,
something I can’t fully explain.
But obedience doesn’t always come with clarity
just a call.
Just a promise.
Just the whisper, “Come in.”
Lord, teach me to follow You like that
not waiting until it makes sense,
but moving when You say go.
Trusting that what I build in private
will be what saves me in the storm.
You gathered the animals two by two.
You orchestrated the impossible.
What seems like myth to many,
was Your mighty hand at work in creation
preserving, ordering, remembering.
You are the God of the great and the small.
Nothing escapes Your notice.
Nothing outruns Your mercy.
Then the rain came.
The heavens broke open.
The deep roared up.
And the waters rose.
Lord, sometimes my life feels like that flood.
Sudden.
Surging.
Swallowing everything I knew.
Dreams drowned.
Certainty gone.
All I can do is hold on.
But You told Noah to enter the ark
seven days before the storm.
You gave space to trust,
space to wait in the silence.
God, waiting is hard.
Seven days in the dark,
seven days with questions and no rain
yet still believing it would come.
Teach me to trust You in the waiting.
To rest even when I don’t see.
To obey even when it feels quiet.
To believe that what You’ve spoken will come to pass.
Help me to enter the ark of obedience
before the skies change.
When the door closes
when the opportunity is gone,
when the window shuts
let me be found inside,
safe not because of my worth,
but because of Your Word.
You shut Noah in.
You sealed the door.
You surrounded him with mercy,
even when judgment fell on the earth.
Shut me in, Lord.
Not to keep me from the world
but to keep me safe in You.
Keep me from despair when the storms rage.
Keep me from doubt when the waiting stretches.
Keep me from fear when I hear the thunder.
Sometimes trusting You means
letting go of the shore,
riding out the waves in silence,
believing the ark will float
when the whole world is sinking.
I don’t always understand what You’re doing.
But I want to be found faithful.
I want to be found inside
inside Your grace,
inside Your will,
inside the promise.
And when the rain comes
the grief, the trial, the pain
remind me that You are still with me in the storm.
The same God who shut the door
is the God who remembers those inside.
So here I am, Lord.
I step in.
I shut out the noise.
I hold fast to Your promise.
I ride the waves with trust.
And I wait
not with fear,
but with faith.
Because You remember.
Because You rescue.
Because You reign over the flood.
In the name of Jesus,
the true Ark of salvation,
who carries me through the waters of death
and plants my feet on dry ground
Amen.