The storms roared, the Savior spoke...the seas whispered, then fell silent.
"Be still and know that I am God!"
Yesterday I took my granddaughters home after a blessed joy-filled two and a half-day visit. Storm-clouds displayed their blackened anger and beckoned us toward them. There was no avoiding it. Bright sunshine and giant puffy-white cumulus clouds teased me from my rearview mirror as I drove. Five miles from the Red River between Oklahoma and Texas, sprinkles warned of the torrents to come. Within 30 seconds I couldn't see ten feet ahead of me. I liken it to a carwash drenching. It lasted until I hit the river's bridge, then lessened to a sprinkling again.
Abby slept through it, Brooklyn prayed through it. I focused on it and the hidden road beneath the drenching rain. I thought how similar that was to when Jesus slept, and the disciples scrambled and fought the winds and gales and feared for their lives. I didn't worry, just considered pulling over and getting off the road. But couldn't see the exit ramp till I was already passed it. Not a good time to hit the brakes. So I kept my eyes on the road and drove on.
I wonder how many times I've taken my eyes off the task before me and ended in the proverbial ditch. All the details around me, created to distract, confuse, produce fear and worry. But in the midst of every storm there is peace when our minds are stayed on the Lord Himself.
As I drove back home, I wondered if I'd drive right back through the storm again. To my pleasure, it stayed to my west. That's when I saw the beauty of Light within the storm as pictured above. Clouds hung in smokey grey and black vapors above a darkened landscape of houses on the horizon. But the light rested in its eternal bliss beyond the clouds and spread forth its rays through those clouds...an awesome sight.
Had I not gone through the storm, I would have missed that beauty. I would not have seen the gorgeous picture of Peace in being still.
Peace...when the world rages on. Peace...when accusations crash like lightening bolts into my life. Peace...when others thunder and pummel my character, motives and intentions. Peace...when life sprinkles warnings of storms yet before me. Peace in the stillness of God.
"In everything give thanks." Yes, my Father. I do. selahV
[copyrighted, SelahV Today, 2007]
