They are predicting storms again. Even with notice it is very hard to not feel the weight of the storm even in life.
The storm is coming
The peeks of the sun coming through the clouds warm me, the wind blowing feels like God washing all my worries/fears away.
The birds sing songs yet do not worry about tomorrow.
Listening makes me know there is song to sing to the Lord.
I watch as the freshly bloomed tree branches sway with the wind. I see myself sometimes. Blooming but being beaten by the enemy.
The clouds speak. The rumble of battle. I can’t see it but it’s happening. I can’t see God but He is here.
The storm is coming. Jesus is coming to calm this storm inside me.
~Tracy
