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This song was born a couple of years ago while I was walking through the valley of stage four cancer and the long shadow of chemotherapy. Cancer is a noisy disease. Mortality itself is a noisy proposition. When you come face to face with the fragility of life, the storms of yesterday seem to rise again without invitation. Old fears, old memories, unfinished thoughts all begin to thunder at once. In those hours, you are not chasing answers as much as you are seeking stillness, seeking peace somewhere beneath the roar. “Be Still You Mighty Troubled Waters” came out of that place, a cry for quiet in the soul when the winds of time and fear would not cease their blowing.

One morning, while driving my son Daniel, who has Down Syndrome, to a Special Olympics event he had been eagerly awaiting, the Kansas sky broke open with a storm like I have rarely seen. Though it was 10 a.m., it was pitch black. Thunder rolled like artillery. Lightning tore across the heavens. The rain struck the windshield so fiercely the wipers could barely keep pace, and the noise was overwhelming. Then Daniel began to pray. He spoke to the storm and told it to leave. He asked the Lord to make it stop. And before we ever reached the event, the storm was gone. I will never forget his words, simple, childlike, but filled with authority: “Storm, you’re not the boss of me.” And in that moment I understood something deeper. Sometimes the peace we are searching for comes through the faith of a child, speaking stillness into the mighty troubled waters of our lives.