A great windstorm arose…and beat against the house, causing one of the old crank open attic windows to break off and crash on the cement driveway below.
Then He arose and rebuked the wind and said, “Peace, be still.” And the wind ceased and there was great calm over the house.
Todd was busy fixing the screen on the back door–such it is with a 125 year old house. Charlie and Lauren were already there with a big brown paper bag picking up the glass when I got there. “Be careful, don’t cut yourself,” I said putting on my big rubber gardening gloves that hindered more than helped.
“It’s thick,” Charlie said. And together we picked up the pieces as we have so many times in life.
Within an hour the sun is back out, reflecting its transparent beauty through the deep green of the old oak’s leaves.
You may be passing through a storm but He is with you and says, Peace, be still, to quiet both the wind and your soul.