Last night's winds attacked our home with fierce determination. The windows shook. Deck furniture moved. Roof shingles blew onto the ground. Rain struck the glass with such force that it seemed sheets of tiny pellets were blasting against the most fragile targets of our house. The howling wind reminded me of coyotes who live nearby and are heard often deep into the night.
It is accurate to state that storms are not my favorite past time. It is also safe to say that as a carpenter's daughter, I kept reminding myself of the strength of the foundation of our house and the brick walls surrounding us during this vicious time. I found peace in knowing that something very strong was between the outside storm...and the place where I attempted to rest.
Isn't life often like that? The fierce determination of evil attempts to shake our families, move our focus, blow away our faith and blast us when we are most fragile. Why is it that we often only recognize his pronounced voice once we find ourselves in the darkest nights...afraid, alone, desperate, deceived and close to destruction?
Yet, when I remind myself that I am loved by the most precious Carpenter Who ever walked this earth, I remember the solid foundation of His love, faithfulness, grace and mercy. I know He holds me, even during the most vicious storms. No matter what I face...past, present or future...He is with me and will carry me through it. Though storms rage in this life, I am able to find rest...in His loving arms of forgiveness, hope and peace. I am not alone...for He is with me. And that will always hold me through the storm. ♥~thl
"The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not be in want." ~Psalm 23: 1
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