when the tempests rage...

{photo found here}

i.ve been thinking about storms lately.

it.s been quite windy here in peoria, arizona the past few nights.

last night at about 12:30 i felt a little hand touch my face.

"i can.t sleep mom." ...back went the covers and in crawled a little girl who tucked herself under my arms and fell fast asleep.  almost two hours later i heard the speedy pitter pat of small feet running towards my bedside. 

{the feet of one who has recently developed a GIGANTIC fear of natural disasters} onto the bed he leapt.."i had a bad dream and the wind outside is SOOO scary."  under the sheets dove his 9 yr old body with his head resting right next to my heart.

for the next 5 hours as i lay sandwiched between my 2 youngest

i marveled at how by just being next to me.  touching me.  knowing i was there.

...suddenly the howling winds outside the window weren.t as scary

and they were able to get rest.

last week i had a few storms of my own arise

{nothing devastating...but storms none the less}

i believe in God.  i like to call him my Heavenly Father because it makes my relationship with him more intimate...like i REALLY am his child.   

i know that not everyone shares my belief.

but

i am so grateful that i have somewhere i can turn.  somewhere i can run when the winds pick up and start to howl and things get a bit scary.  and although the storms may still be swirling about...

i feel His arms around me.

i know i am safe.

i know i am loved.

and

i can find rest.

where do you go when the tempests rage?

where do you find rest amidst the storms?

cul*ti*vate a safe place from the storms of life