The Storm

The Storm

The storm is comforting as
the wind blows
and loud thunder cracks.
Lightning strikes
Rain crashes against the house
Windows shake
Tree branches sway and
Birds
Birds are silent
I have no fear when a storm is near
I look forward to sound sleep
Rest, good dreams



I began to think

Where is my peace when the storms of my life approach? Why is it hard to snuggle in and enjoy them? Knowing everything will work out in perfect time, His time. I KNOW and BELIEVE this to be true, but my actions say something different. Why can I not line up my actions with what I know? Sometimes I think maybe I really don’t believe, maybe I don’t really have faith. Maybe all those thoughts are from Satan. (I don’t think his name deserves to be capitalized) I believe so! He always is trying to keep people down. I almost made it through this day without crying..in fact I am sure had my babies not been waking me up I would still be sleep and would have not fell into sadness, (and really it didn’t last very long) so maybe I had to write this and it will help somehow.