I'm not one of those people who likes a good storm. As a matter of fact, I don't like them much at all! When I was a small child, our house was struck by lightening. The orange ball of lightening that bounced around our living room for about 30 seconds breaking the mirror above the fireplace and melting nails in our attic, scared my parent half to death. After that, I guess it was their parental duty to drill into us a healthy fear of every storm fraught with lightening and thunder.
I'm much the same way when it comes to the storms of life. Loud noises and flashes of light frighten me. People who are loud or intimidating make the hairs on the back of my neck raise. There are days when like Peppermint Patti little black clouds seem to hang above my head every step of the way. I don't like those kind of days. If I had my rathers it would be sunny and warm and 75 degrees every day I walked out my door. And, God would only allow rain showers between the hours of midnight and 6 a.m. (sorry if I'm not taking into consideration those of you who work third shift!) Funny, I want life to be the same way - sunny and warm and 75 degrees everyday. But guess what? Most days, aren't. We live in a fallen world where the grass has to be mowed every week and houses have to be cleaned again and again.
But take heart! Our God is a shelter from the storms of life. Psalms 18:2 says, "The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge. He is my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold."
Guess I need to stop worrying and put my faith and trust in a God who builds shelters for me that are created from rock and not shifting sand.
Where do you choose to hide today?
