Stan Hitchcock-View From The Front Porch-May 21, 2013

Sitting here, since before the sunrise, just listening to the morning birds, and watching my horses eat the clover that has come up so strong this year because of the good level of rain we have had.

Spent a restless night, as I am sure a lot of us did, with the thoughts of the storm, strong in my mind.

I see the killer storm front, as it has moved through Missouri and now into Tennessee, toothless now, after blowing itself out in Oklahoma and Missouri.
Not sure it will even get this far, before evaporating. A fizzeled out ending for such a monster.

There is no answer to the "Why" something so tragic could happen. Bad things do happen to good people. It is part of the price for being "free will" creatures and not God's robots. God originally created the Earth, and the creatures in it, Perfect. Then Satan, that old Serpent, lied and slithered his way into the Garden, and because of Sin, Adam and Eve were cast out into an unperfect world. That unperfect world was very evident in the monster of storm that destroyed lives in Oklahoma. 
One thing I know. As a Parent who has experienced the loss of all losses, there is no where to go, to keep from dying from grief, except to the loving arms of God The Father. There is nothing the Devil can throw at us, as Children of God, that God can not get us through. That is just the absolute Truth of it. Sickness, Death, Storm Destruction...Nothing Can Overcome The Love Of The Father.

So this morning, I shall not be overcome by Storms of Life, I shall live with the Victory of Faith.

As I write this, on the front porch, a very chilly wind blows across me, and the remnants of the devilish storm cloud passes overhead, dark and sullen, it's bluster all gone, it's evil spent. For a moment, the birds grow silent. The horses stand still. But only for a moment. Be gone devil, you hateful creature, soon your days of terror will be over, and you shall be cast into the Lake Of Fire, to burn forever for the hurt you have brought.

Over the distant mountain the storm front moves on past, seeming to be in a hurry to move on, the dark clouds still rolling and turning but powerless now.

The morning sky starts to brighten, as the front moves on, bringing the promise of sunshine and blessing. The birds are singing again, the horses go back to chomping the clover, the creek chuckling on down to the Cumberland. The front porch, once more, is my sheltering place.

Wherever you are, this morning, I pray that you know the shelter and comfort of God's love. stan