Another storm. I love lightning and thunder. I fear it, but I love it. It scares me but I don’t wish it away. Here’s why.
Lightning and thunder remind me of the mighty power of God. The swift, unpredictable, powerful ferocity
of lightning and the loud, attention-grabbing, crashing thunder; it can’t be
ignored. It won’t be ignored. The blind hear it, the deaf see it and
everyone can feel it in their chest as the earth shakes in response.
At our community group a friend
shared with us a trial that her family is enduring. It is a long, complicated, seemingly
impossible web of the enemy’s handiwork.
I cannot fathom the pain, the upset, the heartache they’ve endured. As we prayed for her, we could see her
countenance change as her spirit was buoyed by prayer, by partnership with
other believers against the enemy who constantly seeks our destruction.
I left the meeting encouraged for
them and hopeful and filled with faith, but a nagging question: How?
How will God accomplish all of this, how will they manage until He
does? How can He do this and that and
the hundreds of other things that will have to be sorted? How long will they have to wait, and endure
this trial?
Then a blinding flash of light and a
powerful crash of thunder. The thunder
shakes my house and deep in my chest I feel it’s intensity. In my spirit I hear the Lord ask, “You
question My might?” No, Lord, you can do
anything. Anything. This is not too big for You.
Job 26:14 "Behold, these are the fringes of His
ways; And how faint a word we hear of Him! But His mighty thunder, who can
understand?"
Who can possibly understand? Certainly not me. Tonight, though, I’m thankful for thunder and
lightning, a physical reminder that God is omnipotent, unpredictable,
unfathomable and most of all, loud. He
will not be ignored. His creation cannot
help but take notice. He will
prevail.
Lord, please forgive my unbelief.
Lord, please forgive my unbelief.
Psalm 29
Ascribe
to the Lord, you heavenly beings,
ascribe
to the Lord glory and strength.
Ascribe
to the Lord the glory due his name;
worship
the Lord in the splendor of his holiness.
The voice
of the Lord is over the waters;
the
God of glory thunders,
the
Lord thunders over the mighty waters.
The voice
of the Lord is powerful;
the
voice of the Lord is majestic.
The voice
of the Lord breaks the cedars;
the
Lord breaks in pieces the cedars of Lebanon.
He makes
Lebanon leap like a calf,
Sirion
like a young wild ox.
The voice
of the Lord strikes
with
flashes of lightning.
The voice
of the Lord shakes the desert;
the
Lord shakes the Desert of Kadesh.
The voice
of the Lord twists the oaks
and
strips the forests bare.
And in
his temple all cry, “Glory!”
The Lord
sits enthroned over the flood;
the
Lord is enthroned as King forever.
The Lord
gives strength to his people;
the
Lord blesses his people with peace.
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