Thunderstorm

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Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth in thee. Isaiah 26:3

My little brown-eyed girl and I sat up, later than is sensible for an eight year old to be awake, reading, 'Just another chapter', of The Island of Adventure. Immediately as we finished reading and I was about to settle her down it thundered. She was frightened. My other tiny girl was fast asleep in the next bedroom oblivious to the noise.

So we sat at the window of her bedroom and watched a spectacular storm. The lightening flashed pink in the sky, the thunder rumbled. We counted down from the lightening flash to the thunder to determine how far away the storm was (is that actually an accurate measure of storm distance?). We had a fun time.

When the storm had passed I snuggled her down in bed. "Mummy I'm scared, will you pray?" So we prayed. I told her how safe she was in God's hand and I quoted Isaiah 26:3. I sat on her bed for a while until she was convinced the storm had passed. Finally, after a big hug, she let me come downstairs.

It's times like this that I love about motherhood. To be there for my children. To love and comfort them; to know that they feel safe in my arms. It's an indescribable feeling that wells up inside - pure joy and love.

It made me think about God. He is our Father, He longs that we reach out to Him for comfort, to receive His love, to know that His all-powerful hand is upon us. He is our Rock and our Refuge. Our Salvation.

Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort;

Who comforteth us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God.

2 Corinthians 1:3-4