We woke to the welcome calm of a new day—rain-washed and wind-swept by the torrential rains and savage winds of the night…
Remains of the havoc wreaked lie at our doorstep.
A roof will need attention too.
But the morning breeze is invigorating.
The garden paths reflect the sky…
I’m grateful for a roof over my head, for the man under that roof who keeps me snug,
and for the privilege of calling the God whom all the winds obey, my Father.
Praise the LORD from the earth… fire and hail, snow and mist, stormy wind fulfilling his word! Ps.148:7,8
He makes the clouds his chariot;
he rides on the wings of the wind. Ps.104:3
He made the storm be still, and the waves of the sea were hushed. Then they were glad that the waters were quiet, and he brought them to their desired haven. Let them thank the LORD for his steadfast love, for his wondrous works to the children of man! Ps.107:29-31