I am thankful that I can prepare for the storm. Not everyone has the survival skills or resources to know and obtain what they will need. I am truly fortunate to have an ear that hears and believes that when storms come so can freedom.
There is nothing new under the sun, so trouble is not a surprise. It comes. And then it goes. Like the sun rises and sets, so does calamity. I cannot predict when exactly it will come, but I know in time it will. So I prepare myself to stand and do in the time of trouble. With guidance, I aim towards an outcome that will lift me higher.
I rest my head at night knowing that if I wake to flooding waters, I have learned to swim, climb, and row my way to safety. I’ve allowed myself to have those choices. I close my eyes with the thoughts that those who ride the storms with me have a friend that will be dependable and sure. I dwell with fellow soldiers. I’ve given myself permission to ride the currents towards liberation.
I’ve taken inventory of what I need and what I lack. I may not be able to fill the gap before the alarm sounds. I’m okay with that. I know one thing though. I will not waste precious moments looking for things I don’t have when I can improvise with what I already possess. I have been equipped to bare down against the winds and forge ahead to sovereignty.
I know that even when my fortress falls, I can rebuild in the spring. No rationale can truly prepare me for the loss that comes in the night, but my grief will wash away a wonderful past that was training for my future. Even in strange lands, I was created to survive and thrive.
Thank you Lord for your powers that work in me.
“Father, I want those you have given me to be with me where I am, and to see my glory, the glory you have given me because you loved me before the creation of the world.” —John 17:24