The storm

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