We arrived Wednesday
morning.
There is something
about this place that {whispers leave is
all behind}
Maybe it is in the
whisper of the wind or the waves splashing ever so gently against the shore
line.
Whatever it is it
calms me.
Yesterday I sat with
my oldest daughter on a bench along the rocky shore line of Lake Superior and we
watched a storm roll in. The waves
roared their way up the rocks and splashed as high as a little girls
imagination allowed.
It was beautiful.
I sat there in awe of
His great love for us.
As I gazed into the
beauty of the waves rolling against the rocks and violently splashing up the
sides of the cliff I couldn’t help but see Him among all of it.
Life is
unpredictable.
The lake reminded me
of just how unpredictable life can be.
Some days are calm
and it penetrates deep in my soul.
My
fears have no control, only peace reigns.
I am able to surrender and know it is all going to be OK.
But yet there are days that take me by
surprise, the shear panic of my heart searching for something that feels safe.
Mind
racing, heart trembling, fear crippling, it all accumulates and creates a
perfect storm.
I feel as if I am
wondering lost looking for a place to rest but nothing feels safe.
A while back it
occurred to me how much of my life was controlled by fear.
I am not talking
healthy fear, oh no, I am talking the kind of fear that cripples a spirit.
Fear fed into my need
to control
Some days I find
myself back there.
Back to the place
where fear says follow me.
I know the truth but
on these days I find myself worn out from all the searching.
All I have to offer
on these days is brokenness.
On these days I find my self searching trying to sort through the broken pieces and trying to piece them back together.
I am learning
Learning to be OK broken
Learning to sit long enough to find Him amidst the brokenness.
When I stop long enough
I remember there is beauty in the brokenness.
I remember to be still and find Him right where I am, not where I want to be.
In fact I have come
to realize something about myself.
Most
often it takes a storm for me to fall to my knees and find Him in the most
beautiful ways.
Storms serve purpose and when the clouds break and the sun beams through there is a promise.
I found Him today in
the storm of Lake Superior.
He spoke.
He roared.
He whispered.
He calmed.
He called me to my
feet.
He made Himself known
in the most beautiful way.
2 Corinthians 12:10 ~
That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong
~2 pics from that day on the North Shore~
{the storm}
{The promise~after the storm}
Kari Jobe~ Find you on my knees
