Power in the Storm: Remembering God’s Past Faithfulness

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I’m finally home from the hospital with my daughter, thank you all so much for the prayers! I will be updating soon, but meanwhile please enjoy this guest post from LeeAnn Taylor at The Mosaic Life.

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The fear grips me. You know the kind.

Chest tight, heart beating faster than a train barreling unrestrained down the tracks…and I wonder.

How does this turn out? How can this even be happening? How did we get to this place? Why me?

Sometimes it seems a struggle just to take the next breath, to accomplish the mundane things like brushing my teeth or combing my hair when there is so much pain and struggle in the storm that is now our life.

There was a time when I was in this place. And where you and I to sit together on a faded leather couch tucked in the back of an eclectic coffee shop with piping hot drinks in hand, maybe you’d share your story and it would be surprisingly a lot like mine.

Pain, struggle, heartache, and fear.

And yet, God in the midst of it carried you and He carried me.

Maybe your story was a public one, displayed in the newspapers and online for all to see. Maybe it was private, a story you’ve never shared with a soul here on this earth. Either way or somewhere in between, in your story there is power.

You see, not everyone in this life understands the power that comes from trusting God in the midst of the storm. Not everyone understands how it’s possible to experience a deep peace when the waves of fear and uncertainty threaten to swamp your soul.

Even the apostles, men mentored by the ultimate comforter and healer of our souls, struggled with understanding the power Jesus had to calm the storm.

Their words spoken in terror, “Jesus, Master, don’t You care that we’re going to die?” are at times a reflection of our own insecurity in the midst of the storms life brings.

After the miracle, Jesus speaks to them in the calm: “How can you be so afraid? After all you’ve seen, where is your faith?” (Mark 4:38, 40 The Voice)

And there it is, the key to trusting God in the storm.

We are to remember His past faithfulness in our lives.

While in the middle of our deepest, darkest hour, our soul desires a solid foundation, something sure and firm to hold onto despite the waves that toss us around like a child’s rag doll. Like the apostles, we forget all we’ve seen and with our fledgling faith, we start to sink. Therefore, we must remember.

Lamentations 3:21-25 (NIV)

Yet this I call to mind
and therefore I have hope:
Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.
They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
I say to myself, “The Lord is my portion;
therefore I will wait for him.”
The Lord is good to those whose hope is in him,
to the one who seeks him.

As we remember God’s past faithfulness in our lives, it creates hope. His love and never ending compassion stirs our hearts daily with the reminder that He is enough. Our only task is to seek Him and rest in the truth that His power, not our own, will supply our every need through the storm.

It still is not always easy, but there is peace and strength in remembering.

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Are you in the middle of a storm and seeking God’s strength and peace in the midst of it? Take some time away to sit with a pen and paper in hand. Pray that God opens your mind to remember His past faithfulness in your life, then write down the things he brings to your memory. Keep this list with you, tucked in your Bible, your purse, or your wallet, and pull it out when you need a reminder of God’s power and past faithfulness in your life.

LeeAnn Taylor has worked for over 10 years as an advocate for cancer patients and their families. Raised in a Christian home, she’s on a journey of releasing fear, growing in faith, and embracing the freedom Christ came to offer. Viewing life as an adventure, she loves traveling and exploring with her husband Chuck and their two spunky kiddos. LeeAnn writes at The Mosaic Life, where she fosters a community seeking to trust our broken pieces to the Ultimate Artist.