A shelter in the time of storm
The other night storms rumbled through our area. I was shaken awake and went numb to my toes as always happens when I am suddenly awakened. As usual with each clap of thunder one of the boys woke up or stirred. Needless to say I was not sleeping for an hour or two. As I lay there and watched the lightening in the sky I was overwhelmed at the power and magnitude of nature. I was laying there holding Charlie and I started to pray. I always end up in deep prayer in storms. I realize every time I find myself in the middle of a storm just how powerful and strong nature is and still how God has every little drop of rain in His control. I prayed over and over for the Lord to keep my family safe. The next day I was thinking how shallow I was, how ashamed I should be. I waited until danger was on us before I was truly humbled in prayer.
Then, again, as the news came to me of the death of a young Deputy with a wife and expectant child, I broke down. Once again I was reminded of just how powerful God is, and how precious and fragile life is. I prayed for my family and their safety. I thanked God for them over and over.
Why? Why do I wait until I am in a storm or faced with tragedy to ask God to intervene? The Lord is great, and His plan is much greater than mine. My hope is that I might have strong faith, but be able to ask for God's hand to work in my life ALL the time, not just the hard times.
