Original pic from Pixabay: Unsplash I’m listening to a storm rage outside and considering how, inside my house, I’m safe. It seems sc...

Storms

Alexa Mintah

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Original pic from Pixabay: Unsplash

I’m listening to a storm rage outside and considering how, inside my house, I’m safe. It seems scary out there—loud, star-shatter bright, and violent—but I don’t have anything to be afraid of, because inside my house I’m protected, sheltered. The roof above my head keeps the rain from pouring in; my window shows the lightning flashes, but they’re not coming anywhere near me. The thunder sounds loud enough to splinter the walls—yet it doesn’t. The house holds, and I remain unharmed.

Life is like that: loud, star-shatter bright, and scary. Every time I log into my email, a hundred awful stories slap me in the face before I can scramble to my login button. We’re surrounded by horrors, wrongs, trolls, and just good old fashioned negativity, life-storms raging all around.

But as Christians, while we can be harmed on the outside, our souls can never be touched. Inside the arms of our Savior, the deepest part of us remains unharmed. His love keeps us from losing ourselves in the hatred. His grace allows us to shine even brighter than the lightning strikes. His peace steadies us when it seems like the whole freaking world has lost it’s everlastin’ mind and is crumbling itself to miniscule bits and pieces.

Nice as all that sounds, though, if I’m being honest, we don’t always get to stay protected inside the house. Sometime, we do. Sometimes the storm roars just nearby, blowhard and screaming threats, but it never actually hits us. Sometimes He quiets it before it breaches our horizon—not just for us but for everyone around. Sometimes though, sometimes, He calls us to get up, leave the comfort of the shelter we think we’ve found, and trust Him to guide us through the screaming, raging, terrifying storm and out the other side.

But no matter which one He asks of us, we have the knowledge, the hope—not in a cross-your-fingers-and-make-a-wish kind of way, but a deep hope, a hope that sustains, a faith in the fact that, no matter which of the above we experience when a storm brews up again, He has never left us. Jesus is always there, and even when you physically feel like you’re out in a hurricane, like the hail is bruising your body and the rain is soaking you to the bone and you are so so cold and so so tired of dealing with this again and again, He is holding your soul, He is healing your brokenness, and strengthening you to fight another day. No matter what the storm looks like, no matter how the winds wail, and the rain feels like bullets, and the hail pounds out a chaotic symphony of pain, He’s there, He’s got you, He loves you, and He’s with you.

He will hold you through your storm.

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So, I was scrolling through my blog post ideas and found the rough version of this one from June 23rd of this year. For some reason, it just made sense to post it (maybe I’ve got a storm on my horizon and needed to remember this :p). But in any case, whether you’re going through a storm right now or it’s just day-to-day life starting to wear you down or even if everything is going fantastic for you, I hope that my post is a little reminder of His love and that you will be encouraged by the reality of His presence.

You all are amazing in His eyes, I adore you, and so does Jesus. :)

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