So... apparently my part of England is being savaged by a storm at the moment. I wouldn't know, because I'm still safely tucked up in bed. But it sure sounds windy outside.
And as I'm sitting in my little bubble, I'm thinking about how storms in life come in many different shapes and sizes. Some are in the form of weather, and can be mostly avoided by hiding in your room until it's passed, but others are harder to get away from. There can be all sorts of unexpected situations that suddenly pop up and blow us away.
That's the funny thing about it. Until Saturday, unless the weathermen were keeping it a secret, nobody knew this storm was coming. A lump of cloud down near America got caught by a freak current and whooshed off to our side of the world. Or that's how I understand it, at least.
Sometimes it happens like that. You can be sailing along quite happily through a perfectly normal week and then BOOM, the storm hits. It could be a routine hospital appointment, an unexpected phone call, a letter from the bank. And suddenly your life is thrown into chaos.
So what can you do, to prepare for a storm that you don't know is coming?
And when the storm hits, how do you ensure you come out the other side as quickly and safely as possible?
When I'm faced with things I can't do myself, I try to look for someone who can. For example, I don't have a driving license. Or a car. Or a bike. So if I want to go somewhere more than a couple of miles away, I have to rely on someone else to get me there.
Similarly, when a storm hits my life, or the life of someone close to me, there's often very little I can do about it. So I look for someone who can. I heard about this guy who calmed a storm once. I reckon he might be worth a call.
That's what I do anyway.
When I'm battered by the hurricanes of life, I lean on Jesus.
I find he usually gets me through.
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