Last night we had a really “good” wind storm! I say that tongue in cheek because in the desert, there is no such thing as a good wind storm.
The news showed some major dust clouds called Haboobs close to the cities and at the airport but we didn’t have anything that severe here. Blowing dust sent chair cushions flying and tossed a couple of patio chairs into the wash but no real damage.
This morning I remembered one dust storm from my childhood that was much worse. We lived in a remote little town on the edge of the desert. I was outside playing and my mom saw the dust cloud coming. She sent my brother to find me and bring me home.
As he and I got closer to our trailer the wind blew harder and we were getting pelted with sand. We weren’t going to make it home in time. My brother shielded me with his body until the dust storm passed by.
It didn’t last long but it was intense. My legs and arms had been beaten by the grains of sand but my brother experienced the worst of it.
My childhood thoughts were he saved me!
That experience is one that comes to mind every now and then. When I’m in a storm – physical or emotional, I remember how he sheltered me from the storm.
Spiritually, I’ve had many experiences to remind me of how my older brother, Jesus, has sheltered me during the storms of life.
“You are a strong tower,where I am safe from my enemies. You heard my promises, and you have blessed me, just as you bless everyonewho worships you.” Psalm 61:3 CEV
When we’re in a storm it seems it will last forever.
The key to weathering a storm is to remember we are never in it alone. The Lord is our strong tower and He keeps us safe in a sand storm or in the presence of our enemies!