Storms

Cuddled up, wrapped in a blanket cocoon. A purring cat by my side and darkness all around me. Outside, silence is rent by the sharp darts of lightning and the booming answer of thunder. I was always told that when storms happened, He was rearranging His furniture. Wow, I thought. That last one must have been the couch!

And yet, oddly enough, I feel peace. I love storms. The rain and the fresh smell that it brings. The cleansing that it symbolizes. But most of all.. I love knowing that I'm safe. That inside these walls, none of what's outside can touch me. So, all I have to do is to enjoy it.

What I fail to realize sometimes, though, is the comparison this brings to my own life. Too often when storms come, I run and hide, just as a little child does, to His bed. There He comforts me, but when the biggest crash of all comes, I still huddle closer. What I should know, above all, is that I am safe, even when not "next" to Him. Within His walls, nothing can touch me. Absolutely nothing! He has built His hedge of protection around me, and even though the prospects of certain situations may make me afraid, all I have to do is snuggle down and enjoy. Because, I have nothing to worry about.. after all, I'm in His house.