Praise You in this Storm

Tonight, we are experiencing a violent thunderstorm outside. The wind is tossing the trees back and forth with such disregard that I’m sure that they’ll all be broken in two in the morning. Lightning lights up the sky in an almost constant streak, illuminating thick and darkened clouds, slowing rolling across overhead. Thunder inevitably follows the lightning, booming so loud and hard that the windows on the house shake with the force.

The baby was sleeping alone in our bedroom when the storm hit, so I came in here to sit by his bassinet, to keep him company and comfort him if he got scared. I watched his little face, illuminated by the flashes of lightning, as he slept peacefully, seemingly oblivious to the storm raging outside. And as I listened to his even breaths in between the thunder, the song Praise You in This Storm by Casting Crowns started playing in my head.

But once again, I say amen

That it's still raining

As the thunder rolls

I barely hear your whisper through the rain

I'm with you

And as your mercy falls

I raise my hands and praise

The God who gives and takes away

And I'll praise you in this storm

And I will lift my hands

That you are who you are

No matter where I am

And every tear I've cried

You hold in your hand

You never left my side

And though my heart is torn

I will praise you in this storm

And I realize that this is why my son is not scared of the storm, because he’s resting in God’s hands. He is loved and protected by the Father above. And so I praise Him in this storm for watching over my little guy. I should have never been worried.