I wrote this piece in 2003 but as we on Vancouver Island await landfall of the remnants of Typhoon Songda, and not knowing exactly where it will land, this piece is something to dwell upon.
The Gathering Storm
Psalm 32:7 “Thou art my hiding place; thou shalt preserve me from trouble; thou shalt compass me about with songs of deliverance. Selah.”
Isaiah 25:4 “For thou hast been …a refuge from the storm…”
In 2003 one of my husband’s brothers died, and for the memorial we traveled to the city where he lived, a city known for terrific thunderstorms and for traffic problems. We chose not to stay in the city, but in a small motel an hour away. We also wanted to avoid the heavy traffic of the city, so we went to the memorial by a quieter route that took us through the outskirts. We took our little dog with us, and so I waited outside the funeral home with the dog while my husband and his other brothers were attending the memorial. It was a very hot day, and I watched the sky as the thunder clouds gathered and began to spread. The sky grew black, it was clear that there was a big storm brewing.
Just at that moment, my husband came out from the memorial reception and said that his other brothers were going to stay longer, so we left the same way we came, back along the quiet route, pausing only to video the storm about to let loose. I wanted to stay and watch the storm, but my husband thought it wise to avoid the driving rain that was sure to begin shortly. As we drove away the rain started, and some small hail, and I was thankful to be heading of harm’s way. Along the road we stopped at a gas station and the thunder and lightning were very intense but there was no hail, just heavy driving rain. We made it back to the motel with no problems.
My husband’s two brothers left the reception in the midst of the storm. They took a wrong turn, and ended up in the middle of the city, in the middle of a very bad hail storm. They were stuck in traffic for hours but eventually they made their way back to the motel where we were all staying, their car showing damage from the hail.
In thinking about it now, it occurred to me that as believers when we see a storm of life, or a literal storm gathering, we can do either of two things. If a literal storm, we can prepare as best we can, and trust the Lord for His protection, that he will shelter us from it, or we can ignore the warnings and be caught unprepared and fearful for the intensity of it. For a storm of life, we can leave the matter in the Lord’s hands and trust him to carry us through. For those Christians who pray for the Lord’s protection and trust in Him, the Lord, in his grace and mercy, will surely carry us through because we are His children, saved by grace through the precious blood of the Lord Jesus Christ. Psalm 91:15 “He shall call upon me, and I will answer him: I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him, and honour him”
The aftermath of the storm brings different outcomes, depending on our choice when the storm was brewing. Did we run to the Lord as our refuge and come through an overcomer? or did we ignore the danger when trouble was brewing, and come through sadder, wiser and perhaps with consequences?
Happy are they who run to the Lord, who put their trust in Him.