The whole creation has been groaning together in the pains of childbirth until now. And not only the creation, but we ourselves… groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies. Romans 8:22-23
There is a quiet questioning in the still before a storm. An uncertainty of what is to come.
Storms are moving into our area today. A front is moving through bringing high possibility of thunderstorms, tornadoes, and hail; yet, for now, creation waits. The clouds, dark and heavy, begin to fill the East Texas sky. The air is still and cool, though there’s a heaviness about it: an unseen force just waiting for an appropriate time to strike.
The trees seem to be readying, preparing for the unknown. Yes, rain may come, but how much? How long will it fall? Winds may follow, but how strong will they blow? From what direction will they come?Will today be the day when lightning will strike? Will inner strength based on hope for redemption sustain through what is to come or will today be the day it breaks? Are the roots grounded well into good, rich, firm soil? Or will the soil quickly give way to its demise? What if it should fall? Birds, squirrels, and many other creatures will lose their homes and food scource.
Before the storm is the time of preparation, trust, and the seeking of wisdom.
Not all storms come with warning and it is the trees who are ever preparing, ever seeking, ever trusting, ever grounding, and ever ready that are able to survive the hard rains and strong winds.
Let me be a man such as that tree.
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