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Let The Storms Rage Around You

Twisting, turning, boiling. 
A child testing all authority. 
A friend in a health crisis. 
My mom’s birthday. 
Laundry, dishes. 
Friction in the home. 
Graduation looming. 
Memories that bring searing pain. 
So many things to pull me under. 
So many distractions to draw my focus from the One answer. 
Deep grief weighing heavily. 

Change on the horizon. 
I can not quiet the raging pace of life. 
I can not control the responses of all around me. 
I can only quiet the inside. 
I can only reach for the beauty and peace of our Savior. 
For the grace given for the day. 
2 Corinthians 12:9
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.

The storms will rage. 
The fast pace and repeated demands; never ending. 
See, it’s not about just about ordering or controlling all that happens around us. 
It’s about what happens on the inside. 
This world will throw all it’s got at us. 
It’s enough to push us down and keep us there. 
That is not God’s plan. 
It is not His intent for us. 
He desires more for us. 
He yearns for us to live right smack dab in the center of the chaos. 
Yup. 
Right there. 
Between the runny noses and dirty diapers.
Between the drug and purity talks. 
Through the limited cash flow, low milk prices and repeated break downs. 
During lost game shorts, late nights, heated discussions and fiery tempers. 
When there’s  homework, poor grades, poor attitudes and hurtful and hateful words.
John 14:27
Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. 
Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.

Yup. Right there. 
He wants our praise. 
Psalm 18:2
The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; 
my God is my rock, 
in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
He wants our deepest part. 
The yucky part that just yelled at the kids. 
The part that desires to just walk away from it all because it’s too much. 
Yeah. That part. 
He’s big enough and loves us enough to want it all. 
We need to be transparent; he knows it all anyway. 
We can’t hide. 
So why pretend?
We’re broken. 
We’re frail. 
We mess up. 
Big time. 
And you know what? 
He gets it. 
When we turn and repent. 
When we say, I’m so sorry. 
He’s there. 
With open arms. 
Waiting. 
His message is forgiveness. 
His offering; grace. 
May you step into that grace today. 
Let the storms rage all around you. 
While resting in the sweetness of the One who called you by name. 
Isaiah 43:1
But now, this is what the LORD says– he who created you, Jacob, he who formed you, Israel: “Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine.

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