“God said to Moses, ‘Get ready. I’m about to come to you in a thick cloud so that the people can listen in and trust you completely when I speak with you.'” Exodus 19:9
He made the storm stop and the sea be quiet. Psalm 107:29
I grew up on a farm in Iowa. During tornado season, Mom watched the southwest skies for dark clouds churning up a storm. “I don’t like the looks of those clouds,” she’d announce and march my brothers and me down to the damp cellar to wait out the storm. I’d hover on the step above the dirt floor, with my arms wrapped tightly around my knees, and listen to branches of the elm tree slap against the tin roof of the coal shed outside the cellar door. Mother, holding the kerosene lantern, watched for a streak of sunlight to appear under the cellar door, and whenshe’d declare, “Storm’s over!” I’d bolt out of the cellar like a chicken fleeing the coop. The cellar was far scarier than any storm.
I’ve created a few internal storms during my workdays. One time I was in such a hurry to get to an appointment, I ran 500 copies upside down on the backside of a bulletin. I mentally kicked myself around the office the rest of the day for wasting paper, copier ink, and my time.
The all-time worst punishment I inflicted on myself happened when I failed to review the agreement on a copy machine before the lease expired. I missed the ninety-day notice needed to opt-out of the lease, and no matter how much I argued with the leaseholder, the office was stuck with another year of payments on the worthless machine. That storm seemed like a weeklong low-pressure system stalled out in my head.
Just like Mom who took me to the cellar to wait out a storm, God guided me through a stormy day in the office with an extra dose of grace and an understanding, forgiving boss who said,“Linda, stop beating yourself up!”
Lord, give us good news in the clouds as well as warnings of storms to come. Amen.
Today,then he needed to show who was in control and chose to do it by coming in a thick cloud and speaking so that all could hear.”