Storms

Psalm 107:27-29

   They reeled and staggered like drunken men;

       they were at their wits’ end.

   Then they cried out to the LORD in their trouble,

       and he brought them out of their distress.

     He stilled the storm to a whisper;

 

           He never would have stumbled into that old Spanish mission had it not been for the storm. Darkening skies and a fast approaching squall forced him to seek out a shelter in a hurry, otherwise, the old adobe church would not have been a stop on his journey that day.

But once inside he found comfort, and peace, and, while the storm raged outside, inside he found calm and rest, and a Savior, all on that fateful afternoon in Mexico.

How many of us, when no other avenue is available, seek out His arms? How many, when there is no where else to turn, turn to Jesus?

Sometimes it takes a storm to make us seek a hiding place. Often we search out the calm He provides only when it is the final, solitary shelter left. Many a wind tossed traveler has searched out a hiding place among the storms of life and discovered Jesus, steadfast and calm in the darkest hour of the night..

When the storm was over he walked back out into the sun and never returned to the shelter of the old mission. Though the shelter is years behind him now, the one who calms the storms is ever present, and that has changed everything…

Lord, thank you for the storms of life,  and thank you for the shelter that is always near.