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After the Storm

I enjoyed the “stillness” of our few, snowy days, but I was ecstatic to welcome warmer temperatures back. I woke up, before dawn as usual, but I did something outside the norm. I didn’t sprint out of bed and start my normal routine. I laid completely still and thanked God. Life hasn’t been perfect; but the good moments, definitely, outweigh the bad. I talked to God, till I fell back asleep. I assumed, I hit the snooze button, cause I didn’t wake up again till the phone rang.

Oh my! My daughter called to say that my grandson was out of school for the day. Lord, help me! This would prove to be an interesting one. It would throw a monkey wrench into my schedule. My nine o’clock meeting would require me to rush him to my mom’s and juggle somethings around. I began mentally readjusting my schedule, when I heard the pitter patter of two, familiar feet.

My grandson was up, ready for breakfast and I hadn’t even jumped in the shower yet. Panic crept in. I allowed my morning routine to drift off course and now it was catch up time. My to-do-list was planned to near perfection but God said, “Be Still!” I cancelled my morning meeting and allowed my day to go much slower. I cooked my grandson’s favorite, homemade pancakes, got some work done and when we headed out God said, “pause again!”

God interrupted the regular programmed schedule for His good. I stopped at the park to take a brisk walk and allow my grandson to ride his bike. Being outdoors does something supernatural for my mental health. Of course, God already knew that.

My mind was a bursting cloud and creative masterpiece with every step. I thought about everything under the sun. My grandson was so glad to be outside, his bicycle was an adventure in itself, to occupy his restlessness.

Today, was like a day after the storm...
Quiet, relaxing and full of new life.
The presence of sunlight after the storm is truly refreshing.
Lord, I thank you for the light!

“Taste and see that the LORD is good; blessed is the one who takes refuge in him.”—Psalm 34:8



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