Tag Archive | life storms

Questions in the Storm


Temptation came to test me,
Oh, the arguments​ sounded strong.
With promises to end all our suffering,
Much wealth would come along.
Oh, it painted such a picture,
Of peace, health and song.
We could have life’s very best
Huge success for just a song.
The storms of life surrounded us,
We were battling on all sides.
Temptation said “Aren’t you children of The King?
Then where has He gone to hide?”
Then an image flashes in my heart,
Of two gentle and nail-scarred hands.
And how Jesus’ arms carried me,
Across the desolate and stinging sands.
In my ear I hear again His heartbeat,
Echoing steady beneath my ear.
Oh, get behind me Satan!
That’s my Father that I hear!
This storm of life we’re dealing with?
Sure, it’s pounding and it’s strong.
But, the God who redeemed my soul?
Will never lead me to do wrong.
My arm shoots up, hand out held,
Though the storm rages on,
Get behind me, Satan, in Jesus’ name,
God will see you gone.
—dfav 3/26/17

—Donna

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Cottage-by-the-Sea #27 10/8/15

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Abba Father:

Here I am,  O precious Lord,
O Mighty King, of land and sea,
My shelter in life’s roughest storm,
Abba Father, do you hear me?

Today I got here quick as I can,
My prayer home, where I need to be,
Drawn as always to seas edge,
Lord,  it’s me,  do You see me?

Troubles, hardships of my own,
It’s one thing Abba, to face adversity,
This Father, the worse train wreck of all,
When someone you love faces tragedy.

All lives entwined in a snarly knot,
The aftermath, bared, they can’t flee,
Only a veil of privacy ‘tween us and them.
Sweet Lord Jesus, can this be? 

Since moment one I’ve refused all bad,
Only believed a miracle we’d see,
But, it matters not what I want,
It’s this young believer’s that stabs at me.

I sit here, tears streaming into sea winds,
Begging,  pleading for a miracle to be,
I feel so small, so helpless, so insignificant,
Abba, what do You hear, what do You see?

Do You see this pure trust from this girl?
Is it triumphed by shadows of anger and more?
Does it black out the faith of her belief? 
We’ve arrived at this front door.

You welcome us and we sit to talk,
Our spirits here in our Cottage-by-the-Sea,
In our place of many weathered hurricanes,
Where I know You know this girl and me.

Hear our prayers, Hear our pleas,
Answer quickly,  Jehovah-Rapha,
Donna
                        dfav  10/8/15

From the Cottage by the Sea 6-9-14

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Good morning Abba Father!
What a glorious morning Abba
The rain is pouring down
Can’t see the ocean waves
Though I know they are there.

Thunder rolls as lightening strikes
A vivid electrical show
The roar of ocean waters
Storm and natures power show
And I see beauty in this gift.

Not every day You’ve deemed
To be sun kissed skies aglow
Days filled with vivid colors
Are not guarantees I know
But each day has its beauty.

It’s not always easy Lord
To see the beauty in the storms
The ones in our lives themselves
Rend our spirits tossed and torn
Yet the sun is there somewhere.

It is above these threatening clouds
Waiting for the clouds to part
For the storm to roll on past
For us to open our hearts
When blinded eyes can again see,

The rainbow arched across the sky
The blue skies freshly scrubbed
The treasures strewn on the sand
In the heart the tears have showed
Yes, above the storm, the sun shines.

Paul wrote to the Romans in 8:28
That all things work together for good
For those who love the Lord
Something man hasn’t always understood
About the storms in life.

Sometimes the good is in the storm
The beauty and power on display
Sometimes it’s in what’s produced
When rain cries “No more dismay”!
Or the treasures the storm uncovers.

Good morning Lord I offer You
My heart, my spirit, my soul
You are alive in this wild storm
In it, it’s You I can learn to know
Before the storm has passed on by.
               d.f.a.v. 6-9-14
Let it Be!
–Donna

Stormy Weather

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It is storming here in the part of Alabama that I live.  Rain is coming down in sheets, lightening strikes all around and thunder booms.  Perfect day for indoor projects.  Only my plans were to drive an hour into the” city” to have lunch with my old boss.

I made the drive hundreds of times when I was able to work, in worse weather than this, because I was obligated.  It wasn’t a choice not to go if I wanted to prove my handicap didn’t stop me from working.  Today I have the option to say, “Let’s do this another day”!

I am choosing to not get soaked getting in and out of my car.  I am choosing not to have my wheelchair get soaked.  I am choosing not to have my niece who would help me get soaked.  I am also choosing to continue my hermit like conditions a little longer. 

Strange in that these are not the same choices I would have made a year ago.  When who I was and my value as a person was so wrapped up in what I did for a living.   So much so that being forced into disability retirement sent me reeling into major depression.

Life is this way.  We don’t get to choose the weather, the circumstances, and the conditions life gives us.  We do get to choose how we respond.  I took losing my job hard.  I forgot there were choices I could still make.  One of those was to cling more tightly to Jesus.  He had mercy upon me though and He held me when I forgot to hold onto Him.  Gradually I learned,  all over again, a wiser way to make choices.

Today I am choosing to cling and choose more wisely the actions I take.  It’s still storming outside, and inside my heart as well, but my eyes are on the Light that is the same arms that are holding me in the storm.

How are you riding out your life storms?

-Faye