Storm Season

It’s storm season in Indiana.  Thunderstorms.  Tornadoes.  A tornado hit my father’s house when I was nine, and since I’ve seen the damage one can do, I look on them with respect, heeding the weatherman’s warning.

I don’t always see the storms of life coming, though.  So how do I deal with them?  Part of my morning devotion recommended stepping out in “ridiculous faith” like Abram did, even though what God was telling him did not make sense.  This is how the devotion ended:

Faith looks across the storm—it does not doubt
Or stop to look at clouds and things without.
Faith does not question why when all His ways
Are hard to understand, but trusts and prays. —Anon.

Prayer is the voice of faith.

Sometimes I need reminded that ” God is my refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble” (Psalm 46:1).  I don’t always trust Him–or turn to Him–as often as I do the weatherman and, like the hubby says, the weatherman is wrong 60+% of the time!


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