Caleb was a fisherman by trade, but lately, the sea had turned against him. His boat was battered, his nets came up empty, and his debts piled higher than the waves. Friends told him to quit, to sell the boat and move inland. “God helps those who help themselves,” they said. But Caleb didn’t believe that was the whole story.
One morning, he sat alone on the dock, staring at the horizon. “Lord,” he whispered, “I’ve got nothing left but You.”
That day, he didn’t fish. He prayed. He read the story of Peter walking on water—how belief kept him afloat until fear dragged him down. Caleb closed his Bible and stood. “If You call me out, I’ll walk too.”
The next morning, he set sail again. The sea was rough, but his heart was steady. He cast his nets—not with desperation, but with faith. And they filled. Not just with fish, but with peace. With provision. With purpose.
Years later, Caleb’s boat was still humble, but his life was rich. He mentored young fishermen, shared meals with the poor, and told his story often: “I didn’t overcome life by strength. I overcame by surrender. Belief isn’t a life raft—it’s the anchor that holds when everything else drifts.”
Through Christ, belief isn’t just survival—it’s transformation. It doesn’t remove the storm, but it gives us the strength to walk through it.