As a child, I was scared of thunderstorms. We could lose power, it might flood, it would probably be really loud and violent-sounding outside lol … but honestly, it wasn’t the rain, lightning, and thunder that truly bothered me. On the contrary, those are the fun aspects of a good storm.
I was really afraid of the high chance of cloud rotation … the kind that often led to tornadoes.
The ironic thing is, I never ended up actually seeing one, and I still haven’t to this day – but I have been in the conditions for a twister a few times in my life, and that was what gave me the anxiety. I mean, come on – clouds shouldn’t be green!
When I first came to know the Lord, I was still pretty scared of storms, and whenever I found myself in the midst of one, I prayed – hard. He faithfully calmed me each time as I let His peace enter my heart.
Nothing is sweeter than drawing close to Him in that way – although I must say, the story that I came across in Matthew one day impacted me just as much.
The first time I read Matthew 8:23-27, it instantly meant so much to me. It’s about when the disciples were out fishing during inclimate weather one night, and they got pretty frightened because of a storm they were suddenly in the midst of. Just like me, they were afraid for their lives as they cried out to the Lord, and it resonated so deeply with me because He rebuked the winds, stilled the waves, and the storm completely ceased.
My Lord has complete control over the weather.
To this day, thunderstorms still make me somewhat nervous, but they’re mostly a reminder to me of the Lord’s constant care.
Even when the rain beats down and the wind roars on, when lightning lights up the sky and thunder shakes my bedroom walls, my Heavenly Father’s power is greater still.
I will always be marveling over that fact.