Storms

written on Monday 2/21/11

Lord time is short as always. I'm in the middle of a challenging storm. A storm I'm excited to be in. The storm of God that takes away the dirt. The lose soil. The left over stain from sin. It makes the land new for better production of fruit. The down pour of rain replenishes the cracked dry earth. That has been abused and mistreated. The rivers that have been waning are gushing with life. The lakes that were dying are full and abundant. The lake is ready to clean and to baptize.

Storms take away sin fear, doubt, guilt, and stains.

After the storm comes life.

Psalm 119:147-149
I rise before dawn and cry for help;
I have put my hope in your word.
My eyes stay open through the watches of the
night,
that I may meditate on your promises.
Hear my voice in accordance with your love;
preserve my life, O LORD, according to your laws.