A Storm

Growing up storms were usually a good thing. My daddy being a farmer often wanted rain. (I rarely remember him saying he wished it wouldn't rain.) Some of my friends grew up being scared of storms, afraid of their power and their noise. This is a fear I don't know. I was and still am thankful for the big gray clouds that roll in and the heavy drops that crash to the ground. They are good. And as a child, all I knew was that they made my daddy happy.

I can't explain it well, but I believe with all my heart that right now I am in a storm. I believe that the Lord is allowing many things to happen that bring on crushing anxiety. The thunder is found in my heart as pounds in the middle of the night.  I toss and turn and sleep does not come. But He is there. He is fighting for me in this storm. This storm is for me, and I should be thankful for it- like my daddy is thankful for rain.

This morning- this beautiful verse was brought to my attention through Sarah Young's Jesus Calling:

"I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world." John 16:33

In this season of the cross, I rejoice in this reminder of our redemeer who has overcome the world!