peace in the storm

When was the last time there was chaos and life and drama hurdling all around you, yet you....stopped. and listened. and waited. and watched?  The quiet after the storm is beautiful, yes. But there is a quiet IN the storm that is even more beautiful, because Jesus is there waiting for you to notice Him.

This week was crazy; this weekend was a storm. Clouds. Rain. Lightening.Thunder. Hail.

But He was there, whispering, "Peace, be still" to my trembling little heart.  He reached down, answered prayers--little, seemingly meaningless prayers--and made me smile.  He dried my tears, comforted my heart, gave me friends to love on me. Praise Him!

Here's a snapshot of tonight's sunset. We serve a radical Artist. He paints quite stellar pictures. All to make us smile. :)  pardon the roughness of the picture. 'twas taken through a window screen.

I've been thinking. A lot.
I just want to trust Jesus with *everything* but sometimes it's hard. I'm sure you understand. I'm sure you've been there. Right? I can't be alone in this. It's my silly human nature wanting to control the outcome. I think I know what's best for me...but I don't really.... I'm just praying I have the strength to daily put my life in His hands, to trust that He will protect me, to believe that He knows what my best is. Cause He does.


Two of my sisters came in at 1am Saturday morning--YESS! I've missed them terribly. We went shopping on Saturday, listened to lotsa loud music, ate a fab-u-lous dinner at Jersey style sandwich diner, and made cheesecake! So fun. Soo much laughing and giggling and craziness. This is the life.

And then there was goodbyes. *sniff* I'd love to go visit them soon... Maybe I'll kidnap Beth, and we'll take an adventure together. I like this plan. I foresee good things.

I'm going to miss these little munchkins so. very. much. They were sunshine to my life... We had so much fun. We laughed an awful lot. I love them.

Here's a pic of the cheesecake we made! 'Twas quite scrumptious!


*sigh*

Life is full of....well, life. It never gets boring or old. I will never tire of hugs or laughing or being silly. I will continue to be thankful for the small things. I will cherish every day like the perfect gift that it is.


And I will remember and know without a doubt that in the midst of the raging storm, He'll be there. Ready and willing to hold my hand and whisper peace to my heart.