The temperatures have warmed.
The wind howls, creating a recipe for an icy landscape.
With each gust, shutters pull from the house, the tin loosens on the barn’s rafters.
I wonder just how long it will be before they are torn from their structures.
The constant berating; weakening the structure unless careful attention is taken.
These needs have been set aside as flooding, death and cancer cry for the immediate.
The effects of neglect apparent.
Integrity of structure compromised.
Sometimes the end doesn’t seem in sight.
It is the big picture that frightens and causes us to recoil.
Yet somehow as the focus from the big picture shifts to smaller snapshots;
life becomes more manageable.
We map out the plan for the day.
We approach it bathed in prayer, poised for battle and resting in Christ.
Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood,but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.
All for the Father. Not for us.
“I am, holding on to you. I am holding on to you
In the middle of the storm I am holding on