tree in the storm

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“Tree” by Justin Rizzo ~ click to listen.

Faith grows during storms.

A tree that stands alone withstands the storms.  The wind comes from every direction, whipping through the limbs, bending and twisting them until they become strong, strong in stature.

The winds of conflict whip storms into our lives.  The storms are ready to knock us off our feet, throw us down on the sharp rocks.  The winds of conflict are begging to bend us and twist us into oblivion. We either break. Or we stand in faith.

Our journey of faith is one of joy and sorrow, healing comfort and suffering, smiles and tears, victories and trials, triumphs and conflicts.  There is also hardship. . . dangers. . . misunderstandings. . .  troubles. . .  distress. . .discord. . .

So we run. Not away from the storm but instead we run straight to the center.  It’s there in the center we meet the One who can only bring peace in the storm.   This is where our faith grows strong, strong in stature   – – – –   like the Tree.

I want to be unmovable and unshakable

So let my roots go down deep

Unmovable and unshakable in You

I, I want to be like a tree

Planted by the streams of living water

This’ll be my song, God

This’ll be my prayer

Till the end

In the midst of the coming storm

In the midst of the coming blessing

That my life would be built upon the rock

That I would not be moved

Not be shaken

About beegee10

I am a follower of Jesus on the journey of discovering His real, lasting joy through God's grace and thanksgiving. Several years ago, I married my best friend, whom I met in kindergarten many years ago. Life choices took each of us on separate paths, but Divine Appointment brought our paths back together. It's exciting to share this journey with my sweet man - a man who loves God more than he loves me! What a gift!! As a young woman I prayed for God to send a godly man like my daddy to pursue me. I just wasn't listening and abiding when I should have been. Good news in HIS time and in HIS grace, HE did! Not only does my sweet man love me, but he loves my three grown kids as if they were his own. He shares their joys and he hurts when they hurt. I love to hear him pray for each of them daily as we begin and end our days. View all posts by beegee10

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