In the stillness after the storm.
There have been times, in the past, when so many things would be going wrong. No matter how hard I tried things kept pilling up. I was like a small boat being blown about wildly by the tempest that was my life. Attempts at prayer, like working a rudder to at least go in the right direction, were futile. I was bowed and beaten. I looked to heaven and screamed. My thoughts were placed on my tongue and I vented my rage toward God. Minute by minute strecthing into hours. Tears flowed as my spirit emptied and my soul twisted in the wind. Finally, too tired to continue, I lay broken on the floor. No more tears, no more thoughts…
In the quiet time that followed the Lord met me. As a mother gently strokes her little child when ill and calmy, gently, whispers compassion and love… so the Spirit did with me. Slowly I responded to His care. That flicker of hope, once extinguished, came back to life. He actually was there when I was in turmoil but I only heard him when I was silent. He did not judge me for my many words. He simply loved me back to life… in the stillness after the storm.
:confused: :crazy: 😥 🙂