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Psalm 5:11–12 – Storm
Theremy was alone. He was crying. He was four years old. He was lost.

He didn’t know that his family was looking for him. And relatives and neighbors.

He didn’t know that his oldest brother had run all the way to Grandpa’s home to ask him to search.

And his family didn’t know that two hours earlier, Theremy had left his home to find his Grandpa, to try to tell about their new puppy. It had been very important to tell Grandpa about the new puppy.

They did know that he didn’t know how to make it to Grandpa’s house all by himself. And now Theremy knew this as well.

He’d followed the trail but there had been turning points and more than once he hadn’t chosen the right path. And now he wasn’t really on a path at all.

But one thing he knew, at least a little, was that it was getting cloudy. And cooler. And he guessed that it was going to rain. And he guessed that it might rain hard.

Grandpa also guessed that it might rain hard as well. He was searching the hills. He was searching through the paths. He was calling out the name of Theremy.

Theremy saw a garden right around the time that he felt the first drop. He looked up and another drop pelted him in the face and joined the tears streaming down. He looked back down the hill at the garden. Was it his Grandfather’s?

He didn’t know it, but it was. But what if it was a stranger’s? He didn’t know what to do.

And then it was raining harder and he saw that his shirt was getting wet. And the wind was picking up. And the clouds were getting darker.

And then he heard the most pleasing sound he’d ever heard in his whole life. He heard his Grandfather yelling his name.

“Theremy, there you are!”

“Grandpa! I didn’t know where to go!”

“That is okay, dear Grandson. I do.”

“I was trying to find you!”

“I know. You did.  You’re found now.”

“I’m getting wet!”

And then a big wind gust almost knocked Theremy over.

Grandpa took his hand. “We need to get shelter. Please run with me.”

And they did. But soon, too soon, it was hailing.

“We need closer shelter,” said his Grandfather, thinking, searching. “Here we are.”

They came to a wheelbarrow, and Grandpa threw it sideways so all the dirt fell out. And then he turned it over.  And he said, “Let’s get underneath.”

They did. And soon Theremy was safe under the wheelbarrow. He sat on his Grandfather’s lap and he looked up to see Grandpa holding it up over them.

“I’m glad it’s so big!”

“Me, too.”

They heard the banging of the hail against metal. It was scary. He saw the hail bouncing on the grass near them. But Theremy was in Grandpa’s lap. And Grandpa was speaking calmly. “Hail storms are usually pretty short.”

He was right. Soon it was over. And Grandfather was lifting up the wheelbarrow and soon Theremy could see the sun piercing the clouds.  They picked up some of the hail. It was big in Theremy’s hand. But it couldn’t hurt him now.

They walked to Grandpa’s home. There they got on the big horse and rode to Theremy’s house.

His family was very happy to see him safe and happy.

Theremy thanked his Grandpa. “Thank you for finding me and holding it over me.”

“You are very welcome. Now … let’s see this puppy.”

But let all who take refuge in you rejoice;
     let them ever sing for joy,
and spread your protection over them,
     that those who love your name may exult in you.
For you bless the righteous, O LORD;
    you cover him with favor as with a shield.

We are a people who need protection. We need God to shield us from harm.

Our God is a God who wants to do that.

What is the storm in your life?

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