Rainy Wednesday

Awake at 4:45 - not my choice.  I am sure I was infringing on someonelse's time with God.  Up praying, thinking, ordering the day.

Have you ever hear the beginning of a Thunder Storm?  Today the storm started slow and then stopped and then 10 minutes later there was a flash of light through the window blinds and a crashing thunderous boom that shook the house.  I almost sat straight up.  The infancy of this storm was very misleading.  It seemed too gentle, to peaceful and then BOOM!!!

The rain poured, lightening flashed, thunder boomed.  I listened.  I prayed.  I was reminded of the might and power and goodness of God.

God does as God wills.  The storm provided rain for trees, water for lakes and rivers.  God brought the storm to  bring life.  Storms in my life are intended the same.  It may be dark and stormy, but there is purpose to the storm.  To strengthen, provide nurishment, to grow.  God knows best.  I agree, but I don't always like or appreciate the storm for its intended purpose.

I will praise Him in the storm...even at 5 am!

I was sure by now
God You would have reached down
And wiped our tears away
Stepped in and saved the day
But once again, I say “Amen”, and it’s still raining

But as the thunder rolls
I barely hear Your whisper through the rain
“I’m with you”
And as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives
And takes away

I’ll praise You in this storm
And I will lift my hands
For You are who You are
No matter where I am
Every tear I’ve cried
You hold in Your hand
You never left my side
And though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm

I remember when
I stumbled in the wind
You heard my cry
You raised me up again
My strength is almost gone
How can I carry on
If I can’t find You

As the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain
“I’m with you”
And as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives
And takes away

I’ll praise You in this storm
And I will lift my hands
For You are who You are
No matter where I am
Every tear I’ve cried
You hold in Your hand
You never left my side
And though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm

I lift my eyes unto the hills
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord
The Maker of Heaven and Earth
I lift my eyes unto the hills
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord
The Maker of Heaven and Earth

I’ll praise You in this storm
And I will lift my hands
For You are who You are
No matter where I am
Every tear I’ve cried
You hold in Your hand
You never left my side
And though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm
And though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm