I’ve never been afraid of storms. In fact, I rather love them. Some of my favorite memories with my father include sitting out on the porch together during a good storm: watching, listening, being awed by a powerful lightening strike and feeling thunder reverberate through my body. I love storms because my father loves storms.
Last night, I had the joy of storm watching with my Darling Little Redhead. We laid on our tummies and watched from the bedroom window. He talked and giggled and gasped occasionally. And I smiled repeatedly, because he wasn’t afraid. On the contrary, he was actually delighting in the storm and in being together through it.
The thunder is still rolling now twelve hours later. All through the night she woke me with her groans. Sometimes near, sometimes far, but consistently reaching my heart with her message. “I am not to be feared! I only exist to give you a chance to sit next to Your Creator God, where He can guard your heart with peace, in the midst of me.”
Are you going through a storm of your own today? Is fear gripping you? Keeping you inside your cozy home, cringing at the sound of thunder, frozen so you don’t move? My friend, step out onto the porch with our loving Father! Behold the power of the One who made the storm. There is such joy in riding it out at His side, holding His hand, looking into His heart and knowing NOTHING can touch you that He doesn’t allow .
“Who is this man, that even the wind and the waves obey him?” Luke 8:24
P.S. With everything going on, I forgot to announce that my friend Alisha in Argentina won the My Two Favorite Things Giveaway! Congrats, Alisha!