The little boy, no more than four years old, tore at the carpet as he ran his little metal car over and over the rug. In his make-believe world it was acceptable to yell and jump and knock into people without apologizing. His energy was dizzying and exhausting to witness.
After a short while, his mother excused herself from the conversation and slowly walked over to him --- the hem of her long skirt sweeping the floor and her eyes focused. She stood over son for just a second before dropping, almost in slow motion, to her knees. Between her palms she took his red, sweaty little face and said quietly, "What do you need?"
He tried to pull away, but she held him firmly. Lovingly. "Jason," she whispered, "What is it that you need?"
He blinked over and over. His breathing rapid. After what seemed like an eternity, he lunged forward suddenly to bury his face into his mother's shoulder. Both held onto each other tightly.
And when he pulled away, there was peace.
"Jesus stood up and commanded the wind and said to the waves, 'Quiet! Be still!' Then the wind stopped and it became completely calm." - Mark 4:39
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