Peace Through the Storm

I had a few errands to run yesterday afternoon. As I drove, I could see the clouds forming in the west. “Looks like that rainstorm they promised is about to arrive…” I thought.
As I drove, I kept my eyes on the sky almost as much as I kept them on the road. Mostly because when you’re living in tornado country that’s what you do, but also because I really enjoy watching the formation of clouds. They amaze me.
The clouds quickly turned very dark and ominous. The air was still and humid, and as I drove into the town of my destination, the warning sirens were blaring. At 4:00 in the afternoon people were everywhere; driving, walking, and going about their normal routines. But, as I looked around I could see most of them were doing the same thing as I…looking at the sky and listening for the message to come after the siren finished. Then, there it was. As I sat in the truck with my window rolled down I heard, “SEVERE WEATHER WARNING. TAKE IMMEDIATE SHELTER.”
I wasn’t finished with my errands, so I drove on and kept watch of the clouds in my rearview mirror. Arriving in the next city, I heard the sirens blaring there as well, the clouds had grown even more dark and ominous, and the wind was beginning to blow. Instead of passing the Braum’s, I decided to pull in, thinking, “A hot fudge sundae sounds good.” Standing in line, I listened as the workers all nervously chatted about the gathering storm outside. I took my delicious treat over to a table at the window so I could watch and enjoy the weather. I love a good storm. Lightning strikes, booming thunder, rain coming down sideways, and I sat peacefully eating my delicious mix of hot fudge, vanilla ice cream, and nuts. “What a beautiful way to spend part of my afternoon.” I thought. Soon the side door was getting pulled open by the wind, and then it would slam shut. Next, there was a torrential downpour, quickly followed by hail. I finished my sundae and sat watching and waiting for the storm to pass. It wasn’t long, just long enough for me to take a break in my day and rest.
I finished my errands and drove home in the rain. As I arrived, I glanced at the sky and was treated with a beautiful, complete, double rainbow. “WOW!” I exclaimed. “Beautiful.” No matter how many times I see a rainbow, I always feel like a little child seeing one for the first time, with awe and wonder filling my heart.
The day was coming to a close, the evening was peaceful and calm. I didn’t have a care in the world.
As I woke up this morning, the sun was shining brightly, the sky was blue and the Lord whispered to me, “Welcome to another day.” As I sat drinking my coffee and enjoying the quiet morning. It was as if He was talking to me about yesterday’s storm, and helping me remember the peaceful feeling that I had through it all.
I let Him guide my thoughts, as I begin thinking…
“Why was I so calm and peaceful?” –because, I had everything I needed; shelter, information, a place of rest, a yummy treat to enjoy, but most of all assurance. The assurance that I belong to God, and He is in control of every detail of my life, and…every storm. (Hmmm… I need to remember this daily.)
He is a good God.
The rainbow is not only beautiful and wonderful to look at, for me, it is always a symbol of His faithfulness and a reminder that He can be trusted because He is true to His word.

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He Loves Me

I like daisies; they remind me of being a child. I would lie in the grass and pull off each petal one at a time alternating with the words, “he loves me…he loves me not…he loves me…he loves me not…” always hoping that with the last petal the words would be – “he loves me”. There was never a specific ‘he’ in my mind, it was just the hope that somebody somewhere did love me.

As an abandoned child dealing with the emotional effects of rejection; I always struggled with believing that someone could actually love me because if my own mother who had given me birth could walk away from me, why would anyone else want or love me.

So, now you may be wondering why I like daisies if it seems they would remind me of a ‘sadness’, but, the reason is because I now know without a doubt, that no matter how many petals I pluck or what words I may end with – I AM Loved. God loves me – always and unconditionally.

It’s taken a lifetime for me to know it AND believe it, but once I stopped looking to people in an effort to try and know or understand love and instead let Him in all the way, choosing to trust Him no matter what, I have experienced Love and acceptance that has changed the way I see others, and He has taught me to confidently love others the way He loves me, and I no longer fear rejection.

And it’s this confidence of His love for me that keeps me trusting, or in some situations, brings me back to trusting Him because I know that He wants what is best for me. It always comes back to KNOWING God, and Trusting Him no matter what.

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