Storm over the Ocean

Last night a storm rolled in over the ocean. We were all in awe of the glory. We lined up like sardines on the back deck to photograph it from our individual perspectives. Johnny and Chris and I bravely headed down to the shore to get a few images before the lightning got too close.

I instantly felt my smallness in the face of this storm. Chris and Johnny stood faces to the wind as I took a few shots. The sky was breathtaking, almost literally.

I am grateful to find my smallness, to realize I have no control and that I can surrender to a God who does.  I must. He is a God who loves me and has every detail handled. I have been plagued with stomach issues for almost two weeks now and it strikes fear into my soul. Several years ago I battled a bacteria for over a year that could have taken my life. The pain of that season, the  memories of bleak hospital stays and the worry that was so thick at that time, all hang around my spirit like anchors endeavoring to pull me under. I have to remember my God is like that storm. He is enveloping, taking me wherever he pleases. He is to be both feared and trusted. He has the power to heal and the strength to carry me.

He is in control and I am not.

Best of all, this King of all kings loves small me.

And you. What are you carrying that you need to cast into the clouds today? It’s all his anyway.

Psalm 65:5-8

“You answer us with awesome and righteous deeds,
    God our Savior,
the hope of all the ends of the earth
    and of the farthest seas,
who formed the mountains by your power,
    having armed yourself with strength,
 who stilled the roaring of the seas,
    the roaring of their waves,
    and the turmoil of the nations.
The whole earth is filled with awe at your wonders;
    where morning dawns, where evening fades,
    you call forth songs of joy.”