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 can explode into crushing fear. The sea rages as waves crash against each other. Tree branches entangle and caress one another. A shot of electricity fills the sky as rumbles from the voice of God test your eardrums to make sure you’re paying attention.  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. Your own skin is pounded by the tempestuous wind – hammered by the force of God’s tears – twisted by the unknown and unrelenting.

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.



As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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3 Responses to STORMS A COMIN’

  1. hatrack4 says:

    You have had much more winter this year than we have had in Pittsburgh. It is almost like winter has missed us, other than that really cold spell around Christmas. I am glad the storm has passed. The storms of other kinds seem to linger. My wife still has shingles issues, with some of the first sores being some of the lingering ones. But I find prayer and studying for the next post to be a way of escaping the pain and exhaustion, even for a moment. Thanks.

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    • says:

      Letting go is one of the hardest things we struggle with. I’m learning but have a long way to go. Hang in there, my friend and know that God has this ❤️

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  2. Amen! When life’s surging storms overwhelm one’s individual seawall, there is only one place to turn. Prayer!!

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