One day He and His disciples got into a boat and He told them, "Lets cross over to the other side of the lake.  So they set out, and as they were sailing He fell asleep. 
Luke 8: 22-23a

I love this picture.  I see a gorgeous, sunny, spring day.  The boat slowly rocks in the breeze and the oars splash softly in the water.  Jesus is exhausted from traveling and teaching, from the press of the crowds, from the noise of their endless questions and demands.  
Did he lie back on a pile of unused fishing nets or roll his robe into a pillow?  Did he sigh with relief as the tension floated away on the gentle waves?  Did he glory in the beauty of his father's creation as he drifted off to a well-earned nap?
He slept so soundly and so well that the sudden storm didn't even disturb him.  The howling winds, the violent waves, the shuddering, nearly capsizing boat; none were enough to rouse him.   It was only the terrified voices of the ones he loved that got his attention. 
He calmed the storm with only his voice, then turned to to them with the simple question, "Where is your faith?"
The picture of faith; the trust to close my eyes and rest in the midst of the storm.