Blessed even in the storm
25 For he commandeth, and raiseth the stormy wind, which lifteth up the waves thereof. 26 They mount up to the heaven, they go down again to the depths: their soul is melted because of trouble. 27 They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wit's end. 28 Then they cry unto the LORD in their trouble, and he bringeth them out of their distresses. 29 He maketh the storm a calm, so that the waves thereof are still. 30 Then are they glad because they be quiet; so he bringeth them unto their desired haven. 31 Oh that men would praise the LORD for his goodness, and for his wonderful works to the children of men! Psalm 107:25-31
What a beautiful passage of Scripture! 33 O the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! how unsearchable are his judgments, and his ways past finding out! Romans 11:33 Sometimes the storms we face in life are for our molding. Sometimes, God brings us to a place of distress so we will acknowledge how much we need Him. There, in the midst of the storm, in that place of desperation, if we cry out, in our need, to Him, we will begin to learn how wonderful it is to be cared for by such a GOOD GOD. If we turn to God during the storms of life we will see that even the heartaches, the ones we thought would surely bring our destruction, can instead bring us to a much fuller relationship with God and to a better understanding of what an awesome God we serve. Truly, He knows how best to woo our hearts.
Blessed Be the Storm
I forget, sometimes, who I am
I question why I’m here
Life seems to get more hectic
Each and every year
I seem to lose my focus
When life is going grand
When I should be thankful to God
That sorrow’s stayed its hand
When things are running smoothly
I find no time to pray
I have much to accomplish
On this beautiful carefree day
Then as these halcyon days
Roll slowly and lazily along
I find I grow more dissatisfied with life
When nothing’s going wrong
I begin to feel so empty
So hollow down inside
But I mustn’t admit it to anyone
Because I have my pride
For why should I feel sorrowful
When things are going fine
I’ve watched others in comfort and ease
And now this time is mine
I rack my brain and try to think
Of something I am missing
And finally I am still enough
Just to stop and listen
I hear a still small whisper
In the hollow of my heart
‘Tis the friend who walked beside me
When my life was torn apart
We used to talk most frequent
Whenever I was in need
When the pain of life was so intense
I thought, “My heart must bleed!”
It was the Lord, my long lost friend
Who had answered all my prayers
For one by one He had taken
All my troubles, weights, and cares
Gone was the storm that had shaken me
Down to the marrow of my bone
And looking back; I realize now
He never once left me alone
I bowed my head in sorrowful shame
I asked Him to forgive
For I had learned; to seek His face
Is how to truly live
I prayed to be a true friend to Him
In sunshine as well as rain
To treasure each moment I spent with Him
In pleasure or in pain
Then I thanked the Lord for heartaches
For feeling helpless and forlorn
And I said the words; I never thought I’d say
“Bless’ed be the storm.”
Written By:
Lara L. H.
Copyright 2000
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