The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock (Matthew 7:25).
Family and I went camping once upon a time.
Oh yeah, we’re great campers.
God, in his wisdom, decided to impress the above Scripture upon us in a delightfully graphic way. He sent wind. Really windy wind. All night our tent sagged and swayed and slipped and smooshed and threatened to take us to Munchkin Land. Not restful, and decidedly not peaceful, and mildly terrifying.
We’ve spent numerous windy nights in our house over the years. Nothing much to report. It’s actually kinda fun sometimes, if we notice it at all.
Every life has storms, Beloved. Where will you spend yours?