The Storms of Life

I think you would all agree with me when I say that the weather conditions all over the world are frightening. I mean we have massive earthquakes in multiple countries, catastrophic tornado's in Alabama, flooding in the Midwest, and blizzards on the East Coast. These are scary times we are living in for a lot of people.

As a Christian I know that we are feeling the labor pains from a world that is ready to bring forth a Messiah to deliver us from all of the pain and sorrow that this world holds for us.

Even so...


 Come Lord Jesus come.

I have been uttering this piece of scripture alot lately. The mental tornado's of this life have caught me up in a whirl wind of emotions and have deposited me in a vast blizzard of depair. The quake of lifes many  events  have shaken me to my very core and left me in flood of tears.

In all of this I have forgotten where my one true hope lies.

I have a Saviour.

I have to trust that His will for my life is best... and even though I know this.. I still find it so hard to ask Him for His will to be done because what if His will for my life includes taking my Dad home right now?

I can't except that... yet I have to.

I need to remember that He who stirred up the storm is also my hiding place in it.  Storms will come...... they always do. There is no getting around them. Jesus knew a storm was coming when He sent the disciples away, but He was with them in that storm. And I know He will be with me as well.

Random Story But I Miss My Sister.. and laughing too

This one time, when I was about 10 years old, my sister wouldn’t leave me alone so I jumped on my bike and took off at full speed down the hill we lived by. At the bottom of the hill was a sharp turn. I hit gravel, slid, crashed, and skinned up my knee and busted my bike. A neighbor took me home in the back of her truck. When I got home and walked through the door, knee all bloody, my sister ran and got me a handful of band aides.
After that I quit running away from her.

Sometimes it’s just nice to live in the moment and laugh out loud with your sister. I think it’s therapeutic. And honestly, it really doesn’t matter if you are 10, 30, or 130. Laughter is good for the soul.