“God’s thunder sets the oak trees dancing a wild dance, whirling; the pelting rain strips their branches.” Psalm 29:9 (The Message Bible)
Four years ago, my husband, and I spent three months as campground hosts at Ledges State Park, near Boone, Iowa. Our motor home was sandwiched between fifty-feet and taller oak trees with branches that shaded our site from all directions—an awning of glorious green and brown paisley print.
During our stay in the park, God provided the Iowa farmland and much of Iowa with twenty-seven inches of rain; riverbanks folded and areas around major rivers flooded. During storms, I would watch angry branches sway as if fighting one another. One particular violent storm blew a large tree branch on a popup camper—hardly a dance for the family as they huddled under the flattened canvas.
The storms that whirl within our bodies, minds, and souls can feel like a dance out of control, but can be calmed by a simple whisper, “Help me, God”—no need to shout above the storm.
Lord, help us remember that you are stronger than any storm. Amen.