Storms May Come
This morning, we are having storm rumblings. There is a bit of lightning and thunder and a little rain. Rusty is very nervous about it. This is odd, to me, because when Rusty came to us, he wasn't afraid of storms. In the last several years, he has developed a little anxiety during thunder storms and this anxiety seems to be intensifying. He often is very independent after his morning routine, going up to the study and resting there alone. But today, he is very clingy, going from room to room with me, staying very near. As if I could protect him from a storm! Still, I understand the concept. A storm is easier to go through if you go through it with a friend.
Somehow this reminds me of a song I learned from my parents many years ago:
"When God spoke unto Noah and told him build an ark,
The Lord knew well the vessel would cheerless be, and dark,
So, God said, 'Build a window, with uplook to the sky,
And when it's dark and lonely, you'll see me standing by.'
"The storms may come, but fear not,
O Christian, I am nigh
And through the upper window,
You'll see me standing by."
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