There Is Peace In the Storm

The fear grasp our hearts as we set in the hallway until the storm passed by. Mom was always afraid and made us kids run to the center of the home to hide from the thunder and lightning. We, that is , us boys, thought Mom was nuts; yet, we listened and did what she told us to. It was a lot easier to obey than to reap the consequences of disobedience. It would seem that us boys would grow up in fear of the storms. But; there was no fear in our hearts. We learned to respect the storms and not to do something foolish when the thunder roared and the lightning flashed across the sky. Mom is not afraid so much as she use to be and now just waits it out wherever she may be. I henceforth take joy in hearing the thunder and watching the heavens light up. It is as if I hear the thundering voice of God and see the glorious might of his power as the flashes pass from one end of the heavens unto the other, as far as I can see. I personally stand amazed and find comfort in the midst of the storm. I know, to some, that would sound silly. I sure wouldn’t want to see any destruction or harm come from the storms to anyone. Yet; the might of his power and roar of his thunder reminds me of his cry to a world to come to him for salvation and assurance of heaven, while at the same time, showing forth the power of his judgment. The Bible does say that the heavens declare the glory of God and the firmament his handiwork. I guess the joy I find in the storm is a result of the fact that I gave my life to Christ many years ago and my eternity is sure. My hope would be that others would know this same peace. It reminds me of a story I heard years ago. There was this Mom who picked her young daughter up at school everyday. This day was different because she was running late and a storm was coming. It began to rain and the lightning was flashing. She hurried the best she could and found her daughter walking home on the edge of the road. Comforted that her little girl was alright, other than a little wet, she pulled up beside her. She noticed every time a flash of lightning would flash across the sky; her little girl would stop, look up, and smile. When her daughter finally opened the door and set in the car, she asked, “ Why were you looking up and smiling when the lightning flashed in this storm?” Her little girl with a wide smile upon her face and a gleam in her eyes, responded “ Cause Jesus was taking my picture.” There is peace in the storm. I guess it’s just how you look at it!