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I soared
above the storm with effortless ease and great confidence for I was
in a giant metal bird...above the storm. The vicious storm, with
several destructive tornadoes, made it impossible to land. All we
could do was circle and wait.
Having experienced the destructive power of a West Texas spring storm, the
calmness of the sky above the storm was almost mystical. The moon was full and ruled the calmness with a sense of
majesty. The clouds below looked soft and harmless...gently rolling in the wind.
Even the savage lightning and booming thunder were hidden from the
moon.
It was easy to get caught up in this amazing sight. There was no great desire to be on the ground where the storm was ripping through West Texas with a vengeance.
It had been a long day, but now there was no tiredness in body or soul as we soared above the storm.
This was a new view of a fearsome, destructive storm. The other side of the storm was the source of incredible beauty and peace. How could this storm be so savage...and so peaceful?
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A new perspective does not change the severity of life's storms, but the fear of storms is calmed. The storms will pass, but the image of the calm above the storm stays forever.
If I cannot see the good in my storm, I can remember
the calm in one moon-ruled night...the other side of the storm. If I
cannot see the good in my storm, maybe my storm is meant to
encourage unknown travelers who will go through the violent storm
tomorrow.
"For I am persuaded, that
neither death, or life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things
present, nor things to come, nor power, nor height, nor depth, nor
any other creature, shall be able to separate me from the love of
God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord."
(Romans 8:38,39)
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