Anxiety, fear, and uncertainty: you've been there, done that, and gotten the t-shirt. Perhaps you are experiencing these very things right now as you feel the Low Pressure system hovering over your home, while you look out the window to see the snow intensifying with larger, wetter flakes. You want to run between the snowflakes and escape, but doing that would only result in getting pelted and welted by the freezing rain that accompanies the Storm-driven snow.
These are fretful and fearful days for so many. Money has become tighter as the dead presidents become more dead. It seems that our old friend Dollar Bill may in fact be a dead duck. The banks who now harass so many by telephone and letter - seeking past-due payments- will soon be past tense. Some of those who hold positions of authority in these financial institutions will soon be placing the barrels of handguns into their mouths in order to relieve the misery of watching the dead presidents die a second death. But the one president who is alive for now strives to own these banks because his puppet masters told him that this was his heart's desire. He cannot think, speak, or even pass gas without the approval of his masters.
In our Personal lives many of us are struggling. As the low pressure bears down, our backpacks become heavier and our relationships become strained. When one's love turns stone-cold, that knife-edged icicle can tear open the heart of the other whose love remains warm. A deceived and broken heart pains for healing as the tortured soul cries out for love that it can trust.
When one is physically and mentally abused by the other who should have freely given love, recovery may never come to that one. There is pain that is indescribably profound and aches beyond the physical wounds and the insults that destroy self-esteem and confidence. When children are made suffer in this way, it is a crime equal to murder.
No one should face this Storm alone. The evil one uses loneliness as a tool to cripple, and while economies crumble and uncapped oil contaminates the Gulf, strife will increase many fold and the effects of loneliness will be unmitigated and graven on hearts that have been cast aside. In these coming months as terror and war prepare to unleash their unrighteous and furious anger, the effects of loneliness will be exacerbated on those who live alone. And when the lights won't turn on and the computers cease to boot-up, despair will drive and inspire loneliness and the results on the stricken may be devastating.
These are not ways that our loving God would choose us to live, even when living conditions deteriorate as the effects of the Storm become far-reaching in their oppression. Through the pain that is beginning today and for many will be fomented by events and occurrences in the Spiritual and the Natural, there is one great hope. For those who are trapped, there is a locksmith who can disable the lock and set them free. He is the healer of broken hearts and the feeder of the hungry. No matter how the Storm rages as the summer that isn't gasps its way into an occluded autumn, there is a bright, morning star that will lead the Storm Troopers and the downtrodden alike, and I want to assure you that He is alive today at the Father's right hand.
Because of Him, there will continue to be the hope of the morning. Because of Him, the teeth of the wolf will not penetrate our sinful flesh. Because of Him whose stripes heal us, our wounds will be closed and because of His blood our bleeding will be stanched. And in our loneliest days is He not the companion who will make the long hours seem as mere seconds?
Heavenly Father,
You have moved my spirit and in that I will say that days of pain are nigh upon us as the Storm is gathering strength. The liars have perfected their lies and the scales have been planted on far too many eyes. But Father, through whatever calamity that may befall us as a nation or as individuals, you have given your Son as an atoning sacrifice and as the Bright, Morning Star. Our redemption draws near and His strength will fall on us as gentle rain while the blinding snow limits our visibility. And no matter how blinding the snow is on the Great and Gathering Storm, we will see the Bright, Morning Star and He will guide our way through the night that will last many days. He is our light, our healer, our redeemer and our greatest friend in our most needful times - as we are all to an individual just needy children.
And please Father, help me now. You have given me a ministry and a gift that I'm still learning how to use as a productive tool for you. I need your guidance because I can't do this without you. I ask for your blessings in the financial realm as well as physically; that I will have the strength to walk the many, many miles that will be set before me on the Towpath. There are two who are coming to walk with me, and I ask you that you keep them safe and comfortable on their long journey. There is a child that is being pulled away in the Storm, and I ask that you draw her closer to you in the primary, and bring her back toward me in the secondary. Please Father, do not let her get blown away in the Storm.
Finally my Lord, please reveal yourself in new ways to all of those who are reading this and please meet them at their places of need - each and every one. Be with the broken and the blessed, the downtrodden and the uplifted, and please Lord - protect and prepare the Storm Troopers for the tasks that they will be presented with.
Because of you, Jesus, all is possible if it is your will, even in the worst of the Storm.
In your precious name I pray - amen.
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