Storms...

Last night a huge storm came our way. And a tornado warning was in it. 100 mph winds were told to be coming. So we quickly gathered some valuable things from our rooms like our Bibles and flashlight and stuff like that. And when I'm up stairs running around my room trying to think what I need my brother yelled really loud, "GET DOWN INTO THE BASEMENT NOWWWWW!" And when he says that he means it for the storms was hitting us in like seconds! So without barely anything in my hands except my Bible some socks and my Journals I bolted down the stairs into the hall where the rest of the family was rushing around trying to get to the basement door. The thought bolted through my mind "What if everyone doesn't get down stairs fast enough?" I was so panicked I didn't really think about myself in it all!
As I was running as fast as my legs would carry me to the basement stairs I heard like a train sound and the wind whipping loudly outside. Finally we all reached the basement and went to the corner where it is all cement I was shaking so much I could barely move.
As everyone settled down a bit I started thinking a lot. I thought for sure that my time was coming to see Christ. And the storm got me so thinking about my life and how I've been living it.
I wondered if I was prepared to die. I knew in the back of my mind the storm was going to blow over without doing harm to us and the house, but it grabbed my heart to really thinking about dieing. It really made myself ask the question "Am I ready to die?" I knew I wasn't going to die that night in away but it grabbed me like I said. I never really have thought about the thought of dieing like the way I did last night. And I thought about why I couldn't grab anything I really wanted and needed to take fast before the storm came.
And I thought, "Now really, what do I still have up stairs that I need?" I knew I couldn't go up but I wondered what thing I didn't grab I needed. And nothing came to my mind except my Bible in my hands. And if I think about it I have nothing more valuable then my Bible. That is the only thing that really is so special. I mean when I was really little I know I would have grabbed my stuffed animals and my barbies and baby dolls and all my toys, but nothing important to my life. I have to laugh over the things I would have grabbed when little but now my Bible is the most important to me. I opened my Bible down in the basement last night when I was shivering from the excitement and my the verse I turned to was Proverbs 3:5. Trust in the LORD with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding.

That verse meant so much to me last night. It was amazing.

God bless!


A Servant 4 Christ,
Lizzie