Turbulent storms and mighty crashing waves,
Troubles all around that don’t seem to go away,
Trials that crush the spirit, crisis that cause pain,
Never ending circumstances, fall like torrential rain.
But there’s One who walks on water
Sent from the everlasting Father
Who commands the storms to cease
And brings life-restoring peace… Jesus.
From Psalm 107
25 He calls to the storm winds; the waves rise high.
26 Their ships are tossed to the heavens and sink again to the depths; the sailors cringe in terror.
27 They reel and stagger like drunkards and are at their wit's end.
28 Then they cry to the Lord in their trouble, and he saves them.
29 He calms the storm and stills the waves.
30 What a blessing is that stillness as he brings them safely into harbor!
31 Oh, that these men would praise the Lord for his loving-kindness and for all of his wonderful deeds!
32 Let them praise him publicly before the congregation and before the leaders of the nation.
33 He dries up rivers
34 and turns the good land of the wicked into deserts of salt.
35 Again, he turns deserts into fertile, watered valleys.
36 He brings the hungry to settle there and build their cities,
37 to sow their fields and plant their vineyards, and reap their bumper crops!
38 How he blesses them! They raise big families there and many cattle.
39 But others become poor through oppression, trouble, and sorrow.
40 For God pours contempt upon the haughty and causes princes to wander among ruins;
41 but he rescues the poor who are godly and gives them many children and much prosperity.
42 Good men everywhere will see it and be glad, while evil men are stricken silent.
Storms do hit us in life. The ferocity of the elements seem to be within our hearts for there is no comprehending them or reasoning them away, like the time when my little boy died. I expected him to live. I lifted up the phone and rang the hospital. The voice said, 'You were expecting this weren't you? Expecting what ? Your child has died.
At moments life this life is chaotic and unreal. I was not expecting him to die but to get better. I had prayed believing that he would recover even though I knew he had encephalitis.
The pain within my heart was fierce and unremitting. My wife had rigors and great distress. Time will heal someone said. I didn't believe him. Nothing could heal the pain. It simply had to be what it was, a great storm in our lives. But later in my life I recognised that this was a 'storm warning'. We must accept that storms will come and not question God's decision however harsh it appears to be. The loss of Daryl taught me a great deal about life. We share in the sufferings of Jesus but we also share in his victory over life and death, for we shall know him when by grace we stand beside him in heaven where our little boy was taken.