By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
Wind and water have two-sided natures. When used in creative writing, wind whispers as a cooling breeze or roars like a tornado. Water sings in a trickling stream or crashes through canyons as a flood.
Winds along Colorado’s Front Range flutter through golden aspen leaves or pummel with shuddering gusts that send lawn chairs, trash cans, and fences flying.
Rain sprinkles the earth, watering wild grasses and flowers, or it falls in torrents that wash out roads and force landslides of mud and car-sized boulders.
Life often pounds us like the extremes of wind and rain—not just physically, but spiritually and emotionally as well. Jesus knew this and He told us how to withstand the onslaught. He said if we’d put His words into practice, we’d survive the storms the same way a sturdy house built on a rock survives the wind and rain.
It’s all about foundation.
This picture of a gnarled tree was taken atop an exposed hill. Wind and rain have twisted the tree into its unique shape. But the tree hasn’t washed away or blown off the hilltop because its roots are imbedded in the rock.
This image reminds me that if I’m rooted and anchored in Him, the Rock of my Salvation, together we can weather anything.
Anything.
What are you rooted in?
Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine
and puts them into practice is like a wise man
who built his house on the rock.
The rain came down, the streams rose,
and the winds blew and beat against that house;
yet it did not fall, because it had its
foundation on the rock.
Matthew 7:24-25
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Light exploded ahead of them, and the horse reared. Cade tore off his sling and fought to keep the mare in hand. Again lightning speared the road and thunder slammed through the wagon seat and into Mae Ann’s bones. She caught a glimpse of Cade’s corded neck, his clenched jaw, and linked an arm around the bench back to keep her seat.
Lightning ripped across the cloud canopy, illuminating the scene and opening heaven’s stores. The mare bolted.
Cade stood with one boot braced against the buckboard, leaning back, the reins wrapped around both hands and every rock-hard muscle in his arms and legs bulging against his drenched clothes.
Mae Ann had learned what a summer storm could do. Rain-gorged creeks became raging rivers, and if Cade didn’t stop the wagon before they reached the upper crossing of Olin Creek, they might not make it across without being swept away.
“Oh, Lord, we need your help.” The slashing rain and wind tore the words from her lips. She thought of Jesus stilling the tempest, and pleaded for Him to calm their storm and give Cade the strength he needed. ~An Improper Proposal
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