Storms never last

I sit inside in my favorite chair wrapped in a cozy blanket.  Its day three of nursing something yet undiagnosed, but I can tell you I haven’t the energy to do much more than sit.  I am looking out the window to my left, watching the rain fall down vertically at an angle.  I notice this and assume it to be an effect of the wind.  I can still hear the birds chirping, which sounds eerie based on the appearance of things out there.  I wonder if they are attempting to guide others home or if a mama bird has lost a child.  If God’s eye is on the sparrow, I am quite certain they know what to do and where to go in a storm.

Just as God guides His creatures, He will guide us through the storms of life, if we will but let Him.  Our problem is that we want to do it our way without help from anyone.  Yes, we much prefer to captain our own vessels through the waves and the rocks, the tropical force winds and pelting rain and hail.  In the midst of a great storm, direction can become meaningless and we can find ourselves at the mercy of the wind, blowing us where it will.   Often, it’s only after we are bruised and battered that we will begin to call upon the Great Rescuer.

So, as I watch the rain drizzle down the windowpanes and I reflect on the many storms of life that His love has carried me through, I cannot help but express my gratitude in praise to Him.

For You have been a defense for the helpless, A defense for the needy in his distress, A refuge from the storm, a shade from the heat  Isaiah 25:4