We had a huge set of thunderstorms roll through last night. Thunder, constant lightning, rain, but mostly wind. Wind gusts up to 70-80 mph. After losing power and restlessly going to sleep in the hot house (Virginia was around 104 degrees yesterday), we heard a crash outside, and my husband said, “There went a tree.” We awoke this morning to sun, blue skies, and an intact house. There are leaves and branches down everywhere, and one small tree came down in our side yard, but God was good. No major damage.
As I was laying in bed last night, listening to the winds howl, I felt strangely fatalistic and amazingly peaceful. I know that God controls the winds and the rain, and I also know, I’m not sure how I know but I do, that He loves me also. I just kept singing in my mind, “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus…” and somehow I fell asleep. Now I know compared to storms that others have gone through, this one was a small one. But at the time, it was scary. And Jesus was my peace, my calm, in the midst of it. And I am thankful for that this morning. Praying that all of you are safe and secure this morning. Slainte, Lisa
“He got up, rebuked the wind and said to the waves, “Quiet! Be still!” Then the wind died down and it was completely calm.” (Mark 4:39)