“My heart pounds in my chest. The terror of death assaults me. Fear and trembling overwhelm me, and I can’t stop shaking. Oh, that I had wings like a dove; then I would fly away and rest! I would fly far away to the quiet of the wilderness. Interlude. How quickly I would escape— far from this wild storm of hatred.” Psalm 55:4-8 NLT
Thunderstorms rolled through during the middle of the night. March is going “out like a lion” with shifting weather patterns, and last night produced a storm front which passed over in the wee hours of the morning. I did not hear the shaking booms that can hit in the late summer. Instead, this storm produced long and rolling rumbles accompanied by sudden flashes of light.
Famous heard them too. Perhaps he also saw the lightning and felt the rumble. Nonetheless, he felt someone (me) needed to know about it, and he commenced to barking loudly in the bedroom, the hallway, and the living room. I hoped it was only a bark of warning, but as the slow-moving storm continued he persisted. I suppose he was not going to be satisfied until I had checked it out, but even after assuring him everything was fine and trying to go back to bed, he would not be quieted.
Whether I was motivated more from wanting to comfort him or wanting to get back to sleep, I picked him up off of the floor, carried him and lifted him on the bed, and cuddled with him still panting heavily until we were both able to fall back asleep.
Where can we fly when we seem surrounded by unbeatable odds? When the diagnosis presents with no known cure, when the last parachute has been taken, or time has run out on all of our dreams, what can we do? Knowing the Lord, Our God, can rescue us provides the reassuring comfort others do not know.
Should life seem threatening in some way today, help me, my God, to understand Your power to shield and comfort me.
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