"The Day Of
"Have you entered the storehouses of
the snow, or have you seen the storehouses of the hail, which I have reserved
for the time of trouble, for the day of battle and war? What is the way to the
place where the light is distributed, or where the east wind is scattered upon
the earth?"
"Who has cut a channel for the
torrents of rain, and a way for the thunderbolt, to bring rain on a land where
no one lives, on the desert, which is empty of human life, to satisfy the waste
and desolate land, and to make the ground put forth grass?"
"Has the rain a father, or who has
begotten the drops of dew? From whose womb did the ice come forth, and who has
given birth to the hoarfrost of heaven? The waters become hard like stone, and
the face of the deep is frozen."
Job 38:22-30
Think of a day in January. Quiet. Still. A winter storm, limbs snapping, the power suddenly off. The absolute quietness. And with the
silence, the power of God. Very beautiful, but the same can happen to
us. The light can hit the ice on the tree limbs as the sun comes up, and there
is almost nothing as pretty. So it is with people. Some people have glittering
lives. Other people listen to them. But eventually the weight of pride causes
people to crack and break. The reality is that God alone is worthy of all
praise.
The fly that
buzzes the loudest
usually gets swatted
first.
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