Storms may come and storms may go

But the Word of God remains firmly fixed. . .

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(sunset Henderson St Park, Fl / Julie Cook / 2015)

When life becomes stressful. . .
When there is an unexpected turn of events. . .
When you feel overwhelmed. . .
When nothing seems to go your way. . .
When the frustrations mound. . .
When all manner of bad, wrong or evil is said to or about you. . .
When time seems to be running out. . .
When your elderly father and stepmother become impossible. . .
Out of the blue you get a text message:

“Don’t Let Your Storm Steal Your Faith—
“And he said unto them, Why are ye so fearful?
How is it that ye have no faith?”
(Mark 4:40)
The one thing we can be assured of is that storms will come.
It’s how we act and react to these storms that test our faith.
There is nothing we can do to stop the storms.
Some come with a warning, others don’t.
But through it all, our actions demonstrate our faith level.
It’s not the storm, but our actions in the storm that the Lord looks at.
Though the storms may come, we can still stand in faith as we are covered
under the umbrella of Christ Jesus!
So for Today “Don’t Let Your Storm Steal Your Faith”

Head cast down

We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed;
we are perplexed, but not in despair;
Persecuted, but not forsaken;
cast down, but not destroyed

2 Corinthians 4:8-9

Though he may stumble, he will not fall,
for the Lord upholds him with his hand.

Psalm 37:24

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(a tiny volunteer pansy pops up between the driveway and the brick walk / Julie Cook / 2014)

Perhaps it is the unseasonable weather.
Perhaps it is the grey sky.
Perhaps it is the stressful holidays.
Perhaps it is the burdens of life
Perhaps it is the numerous funerals of late.
Perhaps it is the recent news of loss and death.
Perhaps it is the sudden transitions of life
Perhaps it is the news. . .

Head cast down, eyes now dimmed, starring blankly at nothing
As a heavy invisible weight pushes shoulders ever more downward and bent
The usual quick and brisk gait now laboriously hindered.
Gone are the lush colors of the vibrant growth of life.
The greyness of melancholy wraps its spindly arms around any and all
While joy and hope seem to have vanished with the sun.

And just as the bleakness seems to swallow up any remaining sense of purpose,
Out of a tiny crack, wedged tightly between pavement and walkway, a tiny ray of Love raises its head for all to see.
A small yet powerful and potent reminder of a never-ending love constantly present yet often times forgotten and overlooked between a Father and His child.

“Remember, I am with you always. . .” whispers the tiny bloom.