Saturday, February 24, 2018

{calm in the storm}

Weary of drama in my head and in the real world. Praying just now, asking the Lord for a season of quiet. Healing. Restoration. A mental vacation.

Woke up to reading about weather warnings. For someone prone to anxiety, hearing about wind is enough to drive me a bit nuts. Anyone with a big old Oak tree in their backyard might agree. Wind blows and we move everyone to the far side of the house. Pray accordingly.

Reminder to re-read about Jesus calming the winds. Apparently, as His follower, I have this ability as well. How cool is that? Yes, have tested it and it is so. It's not me, but Him.

The words in the Book of Common Prayer we read each Sunday say 'We are not worthy so much as to gather up the crumbs under Thy table. But Thou art the same Lord, whose property is always to have mercy.'

Mercy. Always makes my eyes well up to read this. Every week. My girls say, 'Really?' Yes, really. So much for anyone believing repetition (in the Anglican church service, much is re-read each week) brings a watering over of the meaning. Not so for me. I find it a comfort. No surprises, but a safe place.

Last week the weather guys talked about us getting torrential rain. Ok. It rained. Soggy out there, but torrential? Not so much. Yes, my beat-up rubber clogs almost get sucked off my feet when walking to the garbage cans out back, but nothing worth fretting over. Sometimes I think the meterologists overstate the case so they don't get in trouble when the elements are, in fact, playing out more than they anticipated.

He calmed the storm.

Ok, so my emotional health has been shabby for a long time. I'm not so resilient as in the olden days. Sorta broken. But God is faithful. Stuff still will happen, be it involving my kids, my mom, or the weather (thankfully my husband is awesome), and while that's LIFE, my Father in Heaven gives His angels charge over broken me.  I live in the shadow of all those Heavenly wings.

Even so, I look forward to the storm passing over and seeing sunshine once again.  Tomorrow?  It's been days and days since we've not had cloud cover.

Spring is on the way. Daffodils coming up, but our patch is waiting for the sun to give them permission to open. Maybe tomorrow, being it's Sunday. I believe that's fitting.

3 comments:

podso said...

We often get what you have a day or two later and this is what is predicted. I too hate the winds and we have a neighbor's tree leaning toward our house that will be taken down soon (I hope).
The Lord does bring comfort though, over and over again.

Amy J. Schultz said...

I'm claiming the daffodil shoots as a promise that Spring, and all that it represents, will indeed come. Signs of new life and God's presence and protection. Sending love....

M.K. said...

I think the wind is coming here tonight. You have oak; we have pecans, and so many of them -- big, sprawling old ones. They do drop limbs. Hopefully not on the house though.
I agree about the repetitions in worship. We worshiped in Rhode Island at a church that had communion each Sunday. And the more we did it, the more meaningful it was to me. I found myself studying it and ruminating on all its levels of meaning for me and for the church body. Wonderful.