Thursday, August 3, 2017


Mark 4:35-37
On that day, when evening had come, he said to them, “Let us go across to the other side.” And leaving the crowd behind, they took him with them in the boat, just as he was. Other boats were with him. A great windstorm arose, and the waves beat into the boat, so that the boat was already being swamped.
the storms come.
Sometimes I can see them
building off in the distance --
great storm clouds reaching into the sky
with their menacing darkness.
In relationships,
sometimes I can predict
what will be said,
how the other will react,
& the hurt feelings all around.
The storms of life build,
and I can see it coming.

Sometimes the floodgates surprise me --
lightening flashes,
waters rise & overwhelm.
In life too,
the words said in anger.
The careless act.
The selfishness.
In a flash flooding and overwhelming torrent,
the storms of life come.

thank you for
being with us
in the storms.

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