The waters are agitated,
waves reigning havoc since day break.
They crash against the rocks
the wind bending branches at shoreline.
The cabin is oddly bereft of the storm
although every other instance
wind has howled through like a freight train,
scattering papers
depositing dust.
Why today...
when the storm within me rages
has God blocked the wind?
He's left it for me to see
but protects me from it's consequence.
Even stranger,
I wanted to feel it's fierceness
to know it's power
the strength of my foe.
God whispers
"It's not your foe.
It's not your storm."
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