Stormy nights...

Was it the worst storm of my life?  No.  Was it a weak storm?  No, not exactly.  But it was an interesting experience. 

Why do storms always seem to arrive when our family is separated in several different locations?  Tim was at work.  Rachel was in her home.  Micah was in his apartment near the university.  I was home.  Then the storm arrived with high winds, tornado watches, heavy rain and a roof groaning to stay attached to the house.  Sleep was not a priority.  Staying connected to our family through phone calls and texting was a very high priority.  Obviously, many prayers surrounded each loved one I hold so dear.

I began thinking how this resembles life.  In the darkness of night, when loved ones are not closeby, the strongest storms arrive.  It may not be the worst storm.  Yet it isn't without challenge, either.  Sleep is lost.  Heartache is found.  Connecting with the One Who guides us through the storm?  That's a definite priority.

As I communicated with my family last night, I was reminded of God's continued concern for us.  What a difference it makes in my life to realize that I never have to face any storm alone.  Whether loss, grief, abandonment, rejection, pain or uncertainty, His love surrounds and sustains me continually.  Sure, it would be nice if the storms were avoided.  Yet, I find tremendous peace knowing that when storms do rage in my life, God will either calm the storm...or He will calm me.  I am so grateful to know He holds me through it all...forever.♥~thl

"The disciples went and woke Him, saying, 'Master, Master, we're going to drown!'  He got up and rebuked the wind and the raging waters; the storm subsided, and all was calm. 'Where is your faith?' He asked His disciples.  In fear and amazement they asked one another, 'Who is this?  He commands even the winds and the water, and they obey Him.'"  Luke 8: 24>25