In the middle of the night, a powerful clap of thunder awakened my husband and me--it shook our house. We sat in bed, groggily counting the seconds until we knew we'd hear the pat, pat, pat of little feet sprinting to our room. As expected, then three-year-old Joseph sailed down the hall while the storm grew louder and louder outside. In one big motion, and clearly moving in his sleep, Joseph leapt into our bed, crawled between us, burrowed under the covers and collapsed back into a sound sleep. More loud thunder shook our house, and lightning brightened our room, but Joseph was at perfect peace. Even in his subconscious, sleepy state, he intutively knew that the safest place to be was next to his parents. And once he arrived there, no storm could disturb him. His circumstances hadn't changed--the storm still raged wildly. But his heart had changed, because he knew where to go to find safety and rest.
Am I this trusting of my Father? Do I go to Him as my first impulse, and can I find true rest with Him while the storm still churns? Do I demand that He stop the thunder instead of waiting quietly for His peace? Lord, teach me to trust you as my child trusts me.
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