A powerful mountain storm pushed through Estes Park yesterday.
Thunder boomed. Lghtning zipped, flashed, and speared the sky.
I heard it coming from a long way off. The thunder almost always comes from the west. Its faint rumble crescendoes as it crosses the mountains and unleashes its tempest.
Rain fell in sheets and pushed up ruts in the roads, polished each blade of grass, dripped from the dusty pine needles.
I sat, cozy and secure inside and watched the storm play out while feeling an almost delicious excitement at this display of God’s power.
How often do we, as Believers savor our own personal storms, secure in the knowledge that God is displaying His power in our lives?
My husband and I are experiencing a storm right now. The other night we huddled together and poured out our fears and uncertainties to the Lord, asking for His guidance and His provision.
How I wish my faith were strong enough at this point that I could sit back in delicious expectation of God’s sure provision. Trusting His work. Knowing that the storm washes my soul and nourishes that part of me that yearns for the presence of my Savior.
“But I am like an olive tree flourishing in the house of God;
I trust in God’s unfailing love for ever and ever.
I will praise You forever for what you have done;
in Your name I will hope, for your name is good.
I will praise You in the presence of Your saints.” (Psalm 52:8,9 NIV Bible)