The Eye of the Storm

The Eye of the Storm

August 14, 1998

Dear Friends,

Last month, I sat thinking, "Oh, Lord. What shall I do? Oh, Lord. How can I make it through?" I felt trapped by a storm. In my mind’s eye I saw myself:

Standing by a window looking out. Flood waters rising in the house . . . lapping up the stairwell. Higher . . . higher . . . closer . . . closer. For now, I had escaped the rising waters, but, how long before I must seek refuge on the roof? The winds are howling in my ear. The waves are crashing - breaking - on the walls of the house. There I stand at the window paralyzed by fear . . . watching as the storm surges . . . as the next waves roll in . . . Quaking. How long can my house withstand this pounding . . . pounding . . . of the waves? How long, O, Lord . . . how long? A crash . . . The house next door washes away. . . .

With a flash of insight, I aroused myself from my day dreaming. This was just another test, another trial, another tribulation. With a growing hope, I remembered what the Psalmist said:

"God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble (Psalm 46:1 KJV)."

With renewed faith . . . I moved into the eye of the storm.

In the Master’s Love,

The Preacher,

Rev. BWilliamsWaters

Rivers of Living Waters Publishing,

John 7:38