🕯️ Devotional: “Safe in the Storm”

Random Ramblings from the Resident Raptor

God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. — Psalm 46:1 (KJV)

The storm is not just weather—it’s the midnight of the soul. It’s the moment when thunder drowns out reason, when waves of sorrow rise higher than hope. And yet, in that very place, the psalmist declares: God is our refuge and strength.

Not was. Not will be. Is. Right now. Right here. In the middle of the lightning and the wind.

And we are not the first to cry out in the dark.

Job, stripped of everything—his children, his health, his livelihood—sat in the ashes while friends accused and his own wife urged him to give up. But Job clung to the storm-wracked truth: “Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him.”

David, chased through caves and hunted by a jealous king, looked back over a lifetime of trials and declared: “I have been young, and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread.”

Stephen, the first Christian martyr, stood before an angry mob with his face shining like an angel. As stones rained down, he looked up and saw Jesus standing at the right hand of God. His final breath was not fear, but forgiveness: “Lord, lay not this sin to their charge.”

Joan of Arc, a teenage girl with a sword and a vision, faced the flames with a cross in her hand and the name of Jesus on her lips. She was not rescued from the fire—but she was not alone in it.

Dietrich Bonhoeffer, imprisoned for resisting evil, wrote of costly grace and discipleship from a Nazi cell. He was hanged just weeks before liberation, but his final words were, “This is the end—for me, the beginning of life.”

Some were delivered. Some endured. Some were taken home in the middle of the storm. But all were held—in the hollow of His hand.

And as Mosie Lister’s lyric echoes—“Keep me safe, ’til the storm passes by”—we remember: God doesn’t always still the storm, but He stills His child. He doesn’t always part the sea, but He walks with us through it.

So breathe. Let the image speak. Let the music stir. Let the Word hold you.

You are not forgotten.
You are not alone.
You are not without shelter.

The storm will pass. But until it does… He is your refuge.
Pray along with others who have weathered the storm…“Keep me safe, ’til the storm passes by”

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This has been a VIEW FROM THE NEST And that is the way I see it, what say you?

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