Storms in Life

[beeleafs]

It's often said that we are in one of three places: going into a storm, in a storm, or coming out of a storm! One thing we can be assured of is that God is with us in all three. We need not pray that he take us out of the storm as much as we ought to pray for His presence, that brings about a peace that surpasses all understanding, while in the storms of life. In the wake of the recent hurricane I have been meditation on this the last day or so. Praying and thinking about the folk, in the wake of the storm, that are waking up maybe discouraged, distraught, and feeling defeated. 🙏 and those in the path that might be anxious or fearful....as the storm draws close to them.

 

[JT]

Well said, sir!

 

[MacEntyre]

Sunday, January 25, 1736​

Wesley is on board a ship bound for America and observes the Moravians in the midst of life-threatening storms.

At seven I went to the Germans. I had long before observed the great seriousness of their behaviour. Of their humility they had given a continual proof, by performing those servile offices for the other passengers, which none of the English would undertake; for which they desired, and would receive no pay, saying, “it was good for their proud hearts,” and “their loving Saviour had done more for them.” And every day had given them occasion of showing a meekness which no injury could move. If they were pushed, struck, or thrown down, they rose again and went away; but no complaint was found in their mouth. There was now an opportunity of trying whether they were delivered from the Spirit of fear, as well as from that of pride, anger, and revenge. In the midst of the psalm wherewith their service began, the sea broke over, split the main-sail in pieces, covered the ship, and poured in between the decks, as if the great deep had already swallowed us up. A terrible screaming began among the English. The Germans calmly sung on. I asked one of them afterwards, “Was you not afraid?” He answered, “I thank God, no.” I asked, “But were not your women and children afraid?” He replied, mildly, “No; our women and children are not afraid to die.”

From them I went to their crying, trembling neighbours, and pointed out to them the difference in the hour of trial, between him that feareth God, and him that feareth him not. At twelve the wind fell. This was the most glorious day which I have hitherto seen.

 

[beeleafs]

Hey Mac, whew! that's strong! Thanks for sharing....

 

[beeleafs]

Prayers going out for all those who might be struggling this morning, in/from the storms of life!

 

[Dale Gribble]

Oftentimes, those storms make us who we are. They force us to refocus on what’s important and what really matters…makes us look at life through a different set of eyes.

Weathering those storms makes us stronger and better equipped to endure the storms that are to come.

Here’s the thing to remember about storms…

When the clouds are dark, the wind’s howling and rain’s blowing sideways, up above all that tumult, the sun is still shining just as bright as it ever has…it hasn’t gone anywhere…you may not be able to see it, because it’s obscured, but rest assured…

it’s still there.

 

[catpop]

“Footprints in the Sand”
I can look back on my life and see those times.
“—- I am with you alway, even until the end of the world” Matt 28:20