December 14 – Storms
Our loving Lord, we thank Thee for Thy marvelous keeping power.
There is no miracle so wonderful as the miracle of a soul being kept by My Power. Forces of evil batter and storm, but are powerless. Tempests rage unavailingly.
It is like a cool garden with sweet flowers and bees and butterflies and trees and playing fountains set in the midst of a mighty roaring city. Try to see your lives as that.
Not only as calm and unmoved, but as breathing fragrance, expressing beauty. Expect storms. Know this — you cannot be united in your great friendship and bond to do My work, and in your great Love for Me, and not excite the envy, hatred, and malice of all whom you meet who are not on My side.
Where does the enemy attack? The fortress, the stronghold, not the desert waste.
“Except the Lord to build the house, they labour in vain that build it:
except the Lord keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain.”