What is the Name of Your Storm?

And a great windstorm arose, and the waves were breaking into the boat, so that the boat was already filling. But he was in the stern, asleep on the cushion. And they woke him and said to him, “Teacher, do you not care that we are perishing?” 
Mark 4:37-38 ESV

It is interesting that in generations past no one thought much about what to call a particular storm.  But in 1953, the National Hurricane Center figured out that naming a storm got people’s attention. Since the point of their forecasting was to help folks prepare, they decided that naming was a pretty important thing! The same is true for our spiritual storms. One thing I have learned as I have gotten older is that we rarely face the same storm twice. Circumstances I faced as a twenty-five-year-old with toddlers running around our apartment were certainly different from waiting up late nights waiting for them to come home when they were teenagers. Today our children have children of their own who are teenagers and we lay awake some nights praying for them. Someone once said, “The more things change, the more they remain the same.” But the real truth of the matter is that our storms really do change both in kind as well as ferocity and the only thing that remains the same is Jesus. Even though it may seem that He is asleep while we are going through life threatening circumstances, the truth is that He knows what we are going through and He is ready to come and help when we cry out to Him. No matter what our storm is named today, we are never forgotten, or abandoned. Jesus gave His life on the cross as the sky darkened and the earth shook beneath His feet. But as the blood flowed down the timbers, from the nails that pierced His hands and feet, Jesus cried out, “It is finished!” The cross has finished everything we need to deliver us from our storm, to still our seas and to calm the trouble around us. No matter what our storm’s name we can know that He loves us, He cares about our problems He is showing us new ways to trust Him, no matter what name of the hurricane that lies ahead!

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I’d Forgot the Hugs and Kissing

After a much-needed long weekend break to recharge and rest I began tinkering with this poem last night. It pokes a bit of fun at someone who often takes himself way too seriously, but I am hoping that maybe you can identify with him just a little!

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While I was reading in the Bible 
I laughed about some fools 
Who made long lists of do’s and don’ts 
And for every twitch had rules! 

Over washing hands they worried 
And tithing Brussel Sprouts 
But on loving and forgiving 
They left those precepts out 

But as I snickered I recalled 
The many rules I kept 
From the early morning hours 
Till the evening shadows crept 

How at ten o’clock on Sundays
Off to meeting we must go 
And how I'd fussed about the kids 
When they were moving slow 

And our prayers in the restaurant 
Were always said before we ate 
Yet I griped about the waitress 
When she brought our food out late 

Then I hung my head in shame to think 
Of all the loving we’d been missing 
While dotting I’s and crossing t’s 
I'd forgot the hugs and kissing!

I'd Forgot the Hugs and Kissing 
By Peter Caligiuri
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I’ve Got a Mansion!

One of my favorite hymns to sing with my friends in memory care is “Mansion Over the Hilltop” written by Ira Stanpill in 1949. His song has become a classic for every generation of Christians because it reminds us that our hope is not found on this earth…For the rest of this post continue reading on Walking With Lambs

Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. John 14:1-2 KJV

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