A Shelter in the Storm

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Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me, for in you my soul takes refuge; in the shadow of your wings I will take refuge, till the storms of destruction pass by.  (Psa.57:1)

 

While we know all too well the destruction a storm can bring, there is something fascinating about it.  Seeing the clouds roll in, hearing the thunder, smelling the rain, watching the lightning flash in the sky—these things speak to the awesome power in the storm.  We often feel powerless in the storm.  Thankfully, we know one who can cause the storm to cease with just a word.  Consider how the disciples of Jesus, many of whom were seasoned fishermen and who had likely found themselves in the midst of terrible storms often, were shaken to the core by the storm that arose as they traveled across the Sea of Galilee (Matt.8:23-26).  The storm was so great that they thought the ship would be swallowed up by the waves and that they would perish.  With a word, the storm ceased, and the disciples marveled, saying, “What manner of man is this, that even the winds and the sea obey him!” (Matt.8:27).  In this life, we will experience our share of storms:  financial storms, family storms, storms of ill health, and such like.  We have a place to turn in these trying times.  “Then they cry unto Jehovah in their trouble, and he brings them out of their distresses.  He makes the storm a calm, so that the waves thereof are still.  Then are they glad because they be quiet; so he brings them unto their desired haven” (Psa.107:28-30).  God is our shelter in the times of storm, a safe-haven from the winds and waves that seek to batter and beat us down.  The words of a familiar song often come to mind in times like we have just experienced:  “In the dark of the midnight have I oft hid my face, while the storms howled above me and there’s no hiding place.  Mid the crash of the thunder, precious Lord, hear my cry:  Keep me safe ‘til the storm passes by.  Till the storm passes over.  Till the thunder sounds no more.  Till the clouds roll forever from the sky. Hold me fast, let me stand, in the hollow of thy hand.  Keep me safe ‘til the storm passes by.”  Where will you go when the storms arise?  Do you have a place of safety?  Is your soul prepared for the storms that will come?  May we have the same assurance as did the psalmist David:  “Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me, for in you my soul takes refuge; in the shadow of your wings I will take refuge, till the storms of destruction pass by” (Psa.57:1).

“O God, shelter us from the storms. We know you are our hiding place, our fortress, our shelter from the troubles and trials of life. Help us to draw close to you so that when the storms come, we may rest peacefully in the shadow of your wings. In Jesus’ name. Amen.”

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