Blessed
are You, YHWH our Elohim, King of the universe, who calms all of the
traumatizing storms, tornadoes, and cyclones that rage through my existence. When the circumstances and situations of life overwhelm me, You, my Father, are
there to pick me up, dust me off, and turn me around to where I recognize where
I am: under the shadow of Your wings, the only
place of refuge worth seeking. It is to You that I run when the rip-tide threatens
to drag me under, for You, my Father, are the High Tower no storm can penetrate. Worthy, worthy, worthy to receive all praise,
all honor, all glory, is my Elohim!
Ps
65:7; Luk 8:24; Job 5:19; Ps 37:40; Ps 91:4; Ps 18:2; Rev 5:12
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