Are You listening? Are You watching? Do You have a plan? Storms rage inside us, too, from fear.
Stop. Lie calm in My arms. Breathe in who I am. Can you hear My heartbeat?
All I can hear is the approaching rain. Hold me closer.
Do you remember Hagar? I introduced you not long ago. She was used and abused by My own people, and ran away. I found her by the water and showed her that she mattered to Me.
Yes, Lord. She named that spring Elroi, after You, Beloved -- "the God who sees me." She said she was astonished to still be alive after having seen You, You are so unspeakably holy and magnificent.
Are you still thinking about the storm, My love?
I'm afraid of the storm, my King. But I know this: If my world falls apart, You can rebuild it. If I am washed away, You can retrieve me. Even if everything I most fear occurs, You can pick up the pieces. And after I have suffered a little while, You will Yourself perfect, confirm, strengthen, and establish me.
I love you, you know.
I can hear Your heartbeat now, my sweetest Love. Its rhythm is much stronger than the sound of the pouring rain.