{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
