He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say to the Lord, “My refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.” For he will deliver you from the snare of the fowler and from the deadly pestilence. He will cover you with his pinions, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness is a shield and buckler. You will not fear the terror of the night, nor the arrow that flies by day, nor the pestilence that stalks in darkness,
nor the destruction that wastes at noonday.
As I sit and listen to the storm rolling across the skies, thunder rumbling and rain dripping right outside my window, I find myself in awe of my incredibly majestic God. I know not many share my sentiment, but there is nothing on Earth that reminds me of the beauty and the power of the King of Kings more than a thunderstorm. When the first droves of rain come pounding down and the rich smell of wet earth rises in the air, I breathe in the freshness of my Lord. When the winds begin to whip through the tree branches swirling the leaves and and bending the limbs, I love to stand with arms outstretched feeling the force pressing against my skin, knowing that I am experiencing the power of the Almighty. As lightning ripples through the clouds, illuminating the darkness as it etches its streaked patterns across the sky, I am reminded of the dazzling brilliance in my Creator, and I feel that very brilliance coursing through my veins. In the face of a storm, I cannot help but take a step back, examine the frailty of my life, and realize I am so overwhelmed by the might of my Heavenly Father.
In life, we often find that we are caught up in storms. Sometimes, the raging winds arrive suddenly, sweeping us off our feet and knocking the breath out of us. Other times, we see the storm while it is still far off and watch it as it slowly rolls in until eventually, it is right on top of us, overtaking us. Regardless of how our storms are ushered in, most of us find ourselves in a sudden panic, grappling for a few supplies and family members before running for cover. We hide in the lowest, darkest, smallest, most empty places we can find, shut our eyes tightly, and wait for it to be over. When we finally emerge, we've missed the beauty and the brilliance of God, and we are still, sadly, the same people we were before the storm ever began: powerless and afraid.
While God may not be calling you out of your basement during a physical storm (after all, not every person enjoys the thunder and lightning as much as I do,) I do believe He is calling all of us out of our spiritual basements. Yes, our storms can make us feel frail, weak, and sometimes even afraid, but when we duck and run every time a life-storm approaches, we are never allowing God the opportunity to show us His pure brilliance. He wants to prove to us that because He is Creator, He has the ability to calm the storm. When we retreat from a spiritual storm front, we aren't trusting in the truths of God, and we won't ever come face to face with His power, His life, or His freshness if we continue to hide.
When trials interrupt our sunny days, our Father doesn't ask us to run away out of fear. He asks us to stand in our faith in Him, trust that He will take care of all our needs, and allow ourselves to receive the fresh power and life that He has to offer. Remember, despite how cloudy the horizon looks, our God is the Creator, and He calms the storms, and when we put our whole trust in Him, He will most definitely overwhelm us with His brilliance.
Don't miss out on the pure beauty and power of God! He wants us to experience Him in His fullness! -Megan F. Bolton
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