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Storms upon us

The rain has started to fall from Tropical Storm Issac.  It isn't a heavy rain, but a steady falling.  We awoke this morning, hearing what we thought was dripping inside the camper.  Steve was up, flipping various lights off and on and finding no drip.  It is very deceiving because every raindrop sounds like it might be on the inside versus the outside.  When I went in to get ready for work, I realized there is one drip coming from the "skylight" over the bathtub.  Small mercies that it is falling into the tub instead of onto one of Steve's books or the computer.

We have had a full afternoon thunderstorm fairly consistently, meaning nearly every day, for weeks now.  I don't notice it at work as much because there are no windows in the clinic.  Unless, someone opens the back door, I never see the sky.  Yesterday, as we were driving around the campus, we noticed the water level is up.  It is touching the green parts of the bank of the lake and no more of the brown is visible.  Steve's excitement increased as he looked at the boat ramp to discern if he could put his boat into the water.  I think he has decided it is a go.  My two flower pots outside are loving it as well.  Both plant arrangements are standing tall and one is blooming like crazy.  Just one more benefit from the rain.

The rain and storms in general are not always considered a positive event.  In Florida, any falling water is generally considered good because the summer heat tends to evaporate a lake in just a couple of months.  It is the end of the hottest part of the year and the lakes are being replenished.  While we don't ask for hurricanes to fall upon us, we are quietly grateful as they tend to fix the water deficit rather quickly.  I wonder if anyone looks at life storms in the same manner?  Do we see them as an opportunity to fix something or just as merely destructive?

The bible is rather clear that storms will come our way.  It isn't a matter of if, but when.  God commands the weather as in Psalms, "For he commanded and raised the stormy wind, which lifted up the waves of the sea" and "He made the storm be still, and the waves of the sea were hushed."  The most famous story of Christ and a storm is chronicled in the gospels.  Jesus is asleep in a boat and his disciples become frightened when a storm looks as if it will overtake the vessel.  "And behold, there arose a great storm on the sea, so that the boat was being swamped by the waves; but he was asleep.  And they went and woke him, saying, "Save us, Lord; we are perishing."  And he said to them, "Why are you afraid, O you of little faith?"  Then he rose and rebuked the winds and the sea, and there was a great calm."

Christ is there for you in every storm.  Sometimes he sends them to refine you into more of an image of him.  Let the storm mold you and look for the positives which come after the rain has passed.  

In His service
Mally


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