Here I am at 2:41 a.m. Attended our midweek service tonight - well, actually last night - and it was so good to get back to the prayer service. Then when it was time to turn out the lights and go to sleep, I wasn't able to. My heart was so heavy from the empty pillow next to me. So it was a time of letting the tears flow, not that I hadn't already shed a lot, and crying out to my God. And then He sent the storm!
I have always loved thunderstorms. As a little girl, and even as a teen, when we would have a thunderstorm my mother would have my brother & I sit on the couch and be quiet. She said the storm was "God's work" and we should be quiet during that time. (Course she also told us some funny old wives tales she had been told, like the thunder was the devil beating his wife with the frying pan. That made us laugh.) But she always brought us back to the seriousness of respecting God's work through nature. That always carried over with me. I love the thunder, the pouring rain, the soft shower, and even the lightning. I do admit that sometimes the lightning gets a little too close for comfort, but I can't say that I am really frightened by it. So tonight the storm came at the peak of my grief. As the rain fell upon the roof, I could feel His peace settle over my soul. Isn't our God amazing? He knows exactly what to send us at exactly the right moment. I knew I needed to share that with my friends. Maybe someone else is so burdened that they feel it is more than they can bear. Maybe someone is afraid of the storm that rages in their life. Right now I am praying that God's peace will spread over you as it has over me. I don't know who you are, but I know someone will read this and know that God meant it just for you. He is teaching us that He is sufficient for all our needs. Put your trust in the God who controls the storms. He will not let you down.
