A True Story- Part 2

The woman laced up her sneakers while the dog whined anxiously.  He was ready to run, to explore, to sniff out rabbits, and to chase bumblebees.  She just wanted to get out of the house and move a little after sitting all afternoon.

A blast of humid air pressed against her as she headed outside.  The woods surrounding the house revealed a patch of blue sky with puffy white clouds above her.  In the distance, thunder rumbled, but she ignored it.  There was plenty of time to enjoy a brisk walk.

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The dog pulled hard as they started off.  There were new things to see, new scents to examine- life was good!  The woman smiled at his enthusiasm, but quickly became preoccupied with her thoughts.

After awhile, they came to cleared land for the power lines.  Open sky stretched out before them, and that’s when she noticed the storm clouds hanging low.  Where once was pleasant green of the trees with singing birds surrounding them, were fat thunderclouds an angry shade of blue.

Wanderings forgotten, she coaxed the miffed dog to turn home early.  No longer following his trotting delight, she followed the road beckoning home.  She wanted to be safe and dry, not caught in the downpour when it did arrive.  A breeze kicked up the white underbellies of the leaves and the sun dimmed.  She picked up her pace as the thunder rumbled again, this time noticing just how much closer the sound seemed now that she saw the approaching clouds.

Safely at home, the woman sat at her kitchen table, nursing an iced coffee.  She realized just how sheltered she’d felt when she’d first left the house.  Instead of looking through the trees at the coming storm, she’d only looked up at her small circle above.  The threat of a storm seemed so far away, and she’d felt untouchable  while the sun shone on her tiny patch of reality.  It was only in getting out and gaining a new perspective that she could see the coming danger.

Did she need to fear the storm?  No, not if she was safely inside.  She knew God was in control…but it was her choice to ride it out in a safe place.

Where do I run for the storms of life? she mused. Do I head home, to my Creator and Father?  Or do I believe I can get through it where I am?  Do I prepare for the storms I know are on the horizon- even when I can’t see them?  Do I bury into the Word of Truth and stay focused on Him?

What about when the storms eventually come?  Do I trust that God’s got me? That what He says is Truth?

It is God Who sits above the circle of the earth and its inhabitants are like grasshoppers; it is He Who stretches out the heavens like (gauze) curtains and spreads them out like a tent to dwell in. 

Isaiah 40:22 AMP

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The woman hated storms. She hated the flashes of lightning, the booming thunder, the whipping trees.  Staring out the window, she hoped the storms would bypass her and miss the area.  But as much as she feared the coming chaos, she knew she couldn’t stay glued to the window- watching and waiting.  Life was passing her by.  There was work to be done and moments to be enjoyed.  She had to make another choice- trust.  Trust that she was sheltered in her Father’s Hands.  Trust that whatever “storm” came her way first passed through her God’s Vision and was allowed by Him.

So, she sat down, opened His Word, and began to read in Peace.

You whom I (the Lord) have taken from the ends of the earth and have called from the corners of it, and said to you, You are My servant- I have chosen you and not cast you off (even though you are exiled).

Fear not (there is nothing to fear), for I am with you; do not look around you in terror and be dismayed, for I am your God.  I will strengthen and harden you to difficulties, yes, I will help you; yes, I will hold you up and retain you with My (victorious) right hand of rightness and justice. 

Isaiah 41:9-10 AMP

And while the thunder rolled, she worshiped her Creator.

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