Adela's big brown eyes took in the upcoming storm and filled with fear. We are under a tornado watch until late tonight. I ran out to drive the truck into the shed and frightened her more than I meant to. In the end, the storm cells passed us by and there was no need for her tears nor the relocation of the truck.
I am a storm watcher. I have been since I was very small. I try to anticipate life's trials, be prepared for the worst, imagine the what-if's.
I might be a very proactive prepared woman, but as I looked into Adela's fearful eyes I knew I could not teach her to be like me.
A heart of fear is not a heart of faith.
Adela has a life full of storms to weather. She will have rough relationships and friendships. She will have times of financial strain or difficulty. She will experience pain. She will experience loss.
I want to build within her a heart that welcomes the storms knowing that God's grace and power will be more apparent to her then than ever in her life. I want her to trust God and His Spirit inside her to be prepared for trials and to weather out the tempest. I want that deep seated joy in her heart to stay alive, to stay bright, even under the most furious downpour.
I now have more reason that ever to live a life of faith. A life that Adela can watch and learn to take her eyes off the storm and keep her heart firm in faith.
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”