Those who know Your name will rely on You,
for You, O Eternal One,
have not abandoned those who search for You.
The wind howls and ice crusts the puddles the little ones jumped into just a few days ago. It’s fuzzy socks and warm boot weather, not barefoot on the beach weather.
My little granddaughter told me she couldn’t sleep. She was scared. What if the wind blew so hard that a tornado came? I told her that tornadoes hardly every happen here because the mountains protect us. And we can pray that God will send angels to surround us.
“Does he know we are visiting Montana?” she asked.
“Yes. He always knows where we are. He never forgets us.”
“So God gives us make-sures?”
Make-sures. That sounds like a good word for promises.
“Yes, God gives us make-sures,” I said. “Things don’t always go the way we plan, but God has promised to care for us.”
She went back to bed and quickly fell asleep. I pulled the blanket over her feet and remembered the day this past summer when she and her little sister, tuckered out with intense play, curled up on the beach blanket, covered themselves with towels and fell asleep. I felt the Lord telling me that resting in him in a storm takes no more effort than resting on a sunny beach.
I felt some anxiety myself when the lights flickered and power went out for the rest of the night. It didn’t come back on until noon the next day. A tree did fall across the road in front of a neighbouring house. I thought she would be upset when she saw it, instead she said, “Aren’t you glad God gives us make-sures, Nana?”
Yes. I am.
Thank you, Lord.