When the storms of life come, the wicked are whirled away, but the godly have a lasting foundation. – Proverbs 10:25
Don’t just come like a slight breeze,
stirring my hair but not my spirit.
Don’t cool the air with a draft,
sliding under the door to chill the coals of my fire.
Don’t puff or gust a stronger wind,
attention-getting in power but dying out when it’s hardly begun.
Don’t send a flurry,
with gusts that show more of an illusion of movement than any actual change.
Don’t allow a hurricane,
in which the eye might lull me into complacency while the floods douse my flame.
No, what I want, Lord…
what I really want is this…
Forego all those,
that just won’t do.
Blow. Me. Away.
Father God, I want nothing less than all You have to teach me, no matter what that brings my way. I trust You. In Jesus’ Name, Amen…
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