Praise God for allowing us to end another week in the black and begin one more of what we hope is a repeat in the same direction. I remain void of articulation as the ups outweigh the downs when the signs and wonders of today point towards a different outcome. The Lord’s use of some fictitious math formula graciously provides a harvest that escapes my understanding and certainly resides well outside of what I’m able to comprehend I don’t deserve.
Because of this bestowed knowledge, my prayers seem to be more fervent when there are setbacks. It is in these moments of awareness that reality settles in and I feel at my most alert and at my most vulnerable. A great desire for and a dependence on a conversation with my Savior exists amidst the torrential rain and wind, and an interruption of His sleep goes both unbothered and unworried as I seek another answer to the why. His loving response assures me my concern is more important than His rest and His ability to shut it down in two words reminds me that it is unquestionably not. A faith in Him surpasses all human understanding and I prevail forever unscathed by the storm when He is first, and I am last.
