
Recently we’ve had several big storms pass through our area. It’s August, it’s just that time of year. A couple of days ago we had a particular big storm pass through— right in the middle of the youngest love of my life’s nap time. It was quite a doozy, even by my storm-loving standards.
It was one of those that came up quickly and moved even quicker. So quick in fact, that I knew it was upon us even before my phone did. While the sun was still out the winds started, the clouds deepened, and the rumble started. Now where we live at the foot of the mountain many of the storms that slide in from the west seem to split at our point of the mountain sparing us the torrent unleashed on the valley before. But, not today.
As I sat on the porch feeling the wind kick into high gear (which was heavenly on this oppressive day), and watched the trees bend at 45s, the clouds started to swirl dark blue to deep purple then black, and then the thunder rolled in. That little rumble in the distance was now a clanging gong on top of us. Then the rains came, sideways for a bit — about a 1/2 inch in a 1/2 hour. And then the terrified screaming started…
I ran to him. As I picked him up, through his tears he kept saying “It’s so loud MawMaw, it’s very very loud. What’s that MawMaw?” As I held him so tight and tried to explain to a 2-year-old that thunder was loud but couldn’t hurt you, he calmed little as he clung. We decided to rock because resting was better than only 2/3s of a nap.
As we’re rocking in the dark listening to some of the loudest thunder I’d ever heard, I said to myself I’ll just rock him through the storm. With his head on my shoulder, binky in and HopHop in hand as I clung to him as much as he clung desperately to me, in an instant I was reminded that that was exactly what the Lord had done for me, and it brought me to tears.
As I held him so tight, even tighter through the shocking roars, rocking and whispering soothing words, as my tears were streaming, I praised the Lord for doing the exact same thing for me. For rocking me and the one’s I love through the vicious, threatening storms of the past years of my life. I remember laying my head on the Lord’s shoulder clinging to Him for literal dear life. I remember the squeeze as He held tight to me and to those I love. I remember Him whispering soothing words. I remember His arms vice-like on me the days the crashing thunder seemed deafening and overwhelming and the storm threatened to overtake me. Thinking back on some of those “very very loud” storms, I feel the held of the Lord. What a healing time.
The storm was just such a soothing time for both of us. As the storm moved out and the blaring thunder became quiet, just a memory, my little buddy looked up at me and said, “Time to get up MawMaw.” I laughed. He was right.
He will feed his flock like a shepherd. He will carry the lambs in his arms, holding them close to his heart.
Isaiah 40:11
So, when the storms pass through your area, which are guaranteed to come, He bends low, picks us up in His arms, holds us to Him so that our hearts beat as one with His, and He rocks us until the storm is through, and then…it’s time to get up. That’s just how much He loves us. That’s just how good He is. No matter the storm, He will rock us through. Amen.









