Thursday, January 3, 2008

Pam: Storms Of Life

As I stand at my kitchen sink washing up the dishes from my lunchtime meal, I gaze out the window and take note of the festivities that have begun. The trees begin their dance, wiggling, jiggling swaying to and fro moving to the music of the plastic covering on the wood, flapping out its irresistible beat. The wind chimes join in, bong, bong...tingle, bang, bong with the sporadic bump against the window to make sure you're paying attention. The water in the creek can't resist and takes part with a splish-splash of tiny waves keeping rhythm licking at the shore. Not to be left out, the barn door drums out a steady thump, thump, rattle, rattle, rattle, rattle, thump thump while giant clouds looming overhead fill the ever darkening sky. Finally the foreseeable procession begins pitter-pattering its way through at first while gaining momentum with each minute that passes until at last the fullness of its strength engulfs us, relentlessly pouring to the earth, beckoning all to join the torrential express, pulling along anything and everything that is movable, not with solid anchor, both willing and unwilling.

Such are the storms of our lives. They creep in slowly, so subtle in fact you may miss the first signs. Then before you know it, often without warning, you are in the midst of a trial. The question is, are you anchored to the Rock or are you wavering on shifting sand? When the dark clouds loom over your head do you allow yourself to be pulled loose, swept away like the gravel and rocks that flow down the road or are you securely affixed, knowing Jesus is in control? Take hold of the Savior's hand, cling to it tightly as you experience the seasons of you life ever anticipating your eternal reward.

I love the words of Elisha A. Hoffman and Anthony J. Showalter:

What a fellowship, what a joy divine, leaning on the everlasting arms.
What a blessedness, what a peace is mine, leaning on the everlasting arms.
Oh how sweet to walk in this pilgrim way, leaning on the everlasting arms.
Oh how bright the path grows from day to day, leaning on the everlasting arms.
What have I to dread, what have I to fear, leaning on the everlasting arms.
I have blessed peace with my Lord so near, leaning on the everlasting arms.
Leaning on Jesus, safe and secure from all alarms.
Leaning on Jesus, leaning on the everlasting arms.


Psalm 23:4 ~ Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil for You are with me; Your rod and your staff they comfort me.

5 comments:

Sylvia said...

I just had an amazing example of that when I watched "The Hididng Place", the story of Corry Ten Boom. What a witness! I started thanking the Lord for the weirdest "storm" related things!

Kari said...

Pam, My blog (still waves) has this reminder too. I love the Scott Kirkpayne song that goes "sometimes, He calms the storm, other times, He calms the child.

He calms the storm, so that its waves are still. Psalm 107:29

Laurie said...

Pam, your words paint a beautiful picture. Thank you, I needed this today. I'm picturing myself leaning on His everlasting arms. I pray that everytime I look out my window longing for the sun and see grey and rain, I think of Him and your blog instead.

Shannon said...

Such a beautiful description, Pam! I could feel, hear, and see the gathering storm. Good writing. :) And good reminder to hold fast to Jesus.

Thank you!

Kim said...

Thank you for posting this, Pam. It is such a beautfiul reminder that He is my Rock. Love you! :)