Standing alone in a storm as wind tears through the trees is not only frightening but lacks wisdom. Our bodies grow tense, the adrenaline flows, and all our emotions explode into a procession of fear.
The branches entangle and caress one another. A shot of electricity fills the sky. Clouds open and heavenly water hits the exposed skin of the earth. It swallows each drop with a thirst indescribable. The pores open and accept their satisfying drink.
Flowers and freshly planted shrubs toss and fold – petals falling – life descending. The loud crack of thunder tests your eardrums just to make sure you’re paying attention.
Your own skin is pounded by the tempestuous wind – hammered by the force of God’s tears – twisted by the unknown and unrelenting. Will it never end?
When pursued by the storms of life we react the same way. We tense up, we grow anxious, we lose faith, we may even give up. This is the time to turn to the Creator of the Universe. He alone controls the depth of the seas, the heights of the mountains, the volume of precipitation, the devastation that comes with a wind that is sent to clear out the remnants of what once was good, but now has withered and died.
PRAY! Talk to Him again. There is an open line of communication. We’re no longer bound by the wall established when man thought he knew better than God. Life changed then but has once again been reversed. We have been restored, refreshed and renewed by the living water of Jesus, the true Son of God – true God and true Man.
Our storm has been calmed. Our life has returned. Our hope for a future has been re-established.
O Lord God of hosts,
who is mighty as you are, O Lord,
with your faithfulness all around you?
You rule the raging of the sea;
when its waves rise, you still them.