It has been a week for storms in Georgia. Storms inside. Storms outside. I’ve had one of those weeks. Monday ended and I thought a whole week had passed! And it all started with a noise.
We were enjoying our Sunday evening movie night, when the flushing of a toilet sent a hideous clanking noise throughout the house. I called a plumber the next morning and he discovered a bigger problem than we had expected. Turns out we need a new regulator and we have water under our bathroom floor which has leaked into the basement ceiling. This is not a small plumbing problem!
While storms were forming outside, I could sense a storm brewing inside our home as the plumber leaves and the restoration company comes to inspect the bathroom floor and basement ceiling damage.
Truth be told, I was anticipating some kind of trouble coming our way; because Scott and I took our faith to a whole new level on Sunday morning. We made a one year giving commitment to our church, above our regular monthly giving. The largest in the history of our marriage. Every time we take faith actions, things always come up. Either the vehicles or house needs repairs or both. Every time.
In the past, the first thing out of my mouth would be, “Really God? Is this how you take care of us after we commit to giving?” My faith would be unstable. Not this time. Even though I see the storm coming, I do not fear. I’m confident God has our back. I’m recounting God’s faithfulness to our family. My mind is replaying what He has done for us in the past; I trust he will do it again. Our God will not leave us in the storm.
As I write, the bathroom is in shambles. The floor is ripped up. The sink and toilet sits in the garage. A dehumidifier and heater hums loudly as it’s drying the floor and heating up our house. We don’t know what expenses we’ll have with this unexpected restoration project or when it will be completed. But we have peace because we trust God will take care of us. Since we are committed to the works of his house, the church, God will take care of our home, which also belongs to him.
This morning, I woke up to storms outside. I was spending time with God when sirens sounded, alerting us to take cover. Tornadoes were coming through. The boys and I ran to the basement for shelter. It was our first storm in Georgia. We were scared. We didn’t know what to do or what to expect.
We waited. And we prayed. Hard. Over and over. We called on the name of Jesus, our protector and the one who saves. We asked him to protect those in the path of the storms and to rebuke the storms because he made them and they obey him. And he did. He kept us safe and calm. Jesus stopped the storms.
We got through the tornado scare, but we are still waiting for our inside storm to pass.
You see, storms are a part of life. They come and go. We can’t avoid them. Storms will come to every one of us at some point. But we don’t have to go through storms alone. God wants to help us through them. We don’t have to fear the storms when we trust in the God who knows about them. We can have peace when we believe God can handle any storm. When we have faith in Jesus, the storm maker and breaker, He will protect and save us; he will rebuke all storms coming at us. Storms inside. Storms outside.