…From the rising of the sun, they will revere his glory. For he will come like a pent-up flood that the breath of the Lord drives along. Isaiah 59:19
The storm announced its presence with a crack of thunder that jolted me awake. I had been dreaming of gathering up the kids to prepare for an incoming tornado. With no basement in our home I had been rushing around in a panic. Before I had went to sleep the news flashed one tornado watch after another, which I am sure had lead to my disturbing dream. As I listened to the reality of the storm outside I felt my heart racing. The wind sounded menacing like it was promising to bring destruction. I nudged my husband and he mumbled something unintelligible. The one I depended on to protect me was oblivious to the fear in my voice. I crept out of bed whispering prayers of protection as I unplugged the electronics. I thought of the news story I had watched earlier that day. I could see the beautiful smiles of the four boy scouts who had been in the path of a killer tornado in Iowa. Now their family and friends were mourning their loss. I went into the nursery and gazed at my babies sleeping peacefully, unaware of the danger looming outside. I went to each crib and whispered more prayers trying to alleviate the thudding of my heart. As I crept down the hall to Aleigh’s room a clap of thunder caught me lost in my thoughts. I jumped a little and continued to my destination. A flash of lightning revealed a ball of covers topped with tousled hair. My little girl slept soundly and my heart seemed to pitter-patter to the beat of the rain on the windows. How precious she was, I thought.
I returned to my bed and tried not to think of the menacing storm outside. Instead my mind raced, thinking of my family in Iowa and the rising floodwaters. I thought of watching a house in Wisconsin breaking completely in half as it was washed away by the torments of the raising waters. I could see the piece of hail that filled up the hand of a friend in Kansas. The picture had arrived in my in-box and I found myself weary thinking of all the destruction going on. These storms were reported on some weather station somewhere. What about the storms that weren’t reported on the local news? What about the storms that didn’t bring rain, hail, and tornadoes? I am talking about the storms that continue to bring heartache and pain in the lives of people. One such storm has ripped my heart to shreds. When I heard the news of the destructive path it had left behind I was devastated. It had not destroyed an actual house, but it had destroyed a home.
As I laid there in bed, God reminded me of how big He was and how small I was. He reminded me that floods, storms, and destruction would continue here on earth – that I would see more of it as humanity lived on and sin continued to fester in the hearts of people. He then reminded me that I wasn’t alone. He reminded me of the shelter of protection under His wings when the storms hit. He reminded me that Jesus would again return like a pent-up flood. No amount of sandbags will hold back his judgment. Those that have suffered and maintained faith will be rewarded. Those who have seeked selfishness will be swept away.
Many times we can not control the storms that bring destruction, but we can control where our anchor is when they hit.
Application: Pray for those who are in need right now due to the tornadoes and floods. Find ways you can help. Make sure you are spending daily time with God to ensure that your anchor is secure. Storms will come…Storms are brewing…
Isaiah 59:19 is your Flood warning. Will you be ready?
Thanks for sharing this. This world is in the beginning of storms and it can be overwhelming for those that are not grounded in the Word of God. We are ALL in the economic storm right now....it is very interesting to watch what GOD is going to do through his church. GOD BLESS YOU