Driving over the crest of the hill affords a look at the city. It’s a familiar site: Dallas in the dark.
Lightening brightens the horizon with a white expanse and jolts of electricity.
Signs of a summer storm moving closer.
By the time I reach home I am under the expanse and waiting for all hell to break loose.
As soon as I make it inside, my dog is hovering. Sammie must stay right beside me if ever a storm is brewing. I know long before the sounds get close from her constant shaking and hiding under the covers. I feel big trying to comfort my tiny dog. I whisper words of assurance, “You’ll be okay. Mommy’s here,” as I pat her body and scratch behind her ears. Eventually, she calms a bit and allows herself to sleep.
Throughout the night the storm howls. Some sleep disturbances, but mostly a bearable night as Sam and I rest together.
Morning comes. The sky is clear. Sam is safe and sound, feeling bold for the new day. She sleeps on the chaise and barely glances my way.
So much like me. And God.
I feel bold on days when the storm isn’t brewing.
I think I can do this thing called life.
I want to be strong, assured in the safety of a peace-filled day.
As night descends I can feel the storm moving in.
My peace becomes disturbed.
I hide under the covers.
Crying out to God, He answers with sweet assurances:
I will never leave you, or forsake you.
In this world you will have trouble,
But do not be afraid, I have overcome the world…
You are experiencing trouble on every side, but are not crushed;
You are perplexed, but not driven to despair…
For your present troubles are quite small and won’t last very long.
Yet they produce for you an immeasurably great glory that will last forever!
“Thank you, Master.”
(Or maybe, “woof!”)
Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God.
Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.
This is my story…This is my song…