For as long as I can remember, I’ve had a fascination with clouds and storms. I have to admit that my fear of storms used to play a major part in this fascination, but as my faith in God has grown, my fear of storms has diminished.

One of my greatest blessings is my job. I have a window office on the tenth floor of a building with an unobstructed view of northwest Dallas. Today the storm clouds are crossing the sky and the rain is pelting the windows in front of me. Yet here I sit, safe and secure from the storm, thankful that I’m not one of the cars inching along Central Expressway below me. But more than that, I’m thankful that I can look at the storm in wonder, awestruck by God’s creation, instead of worrying about what the storm will bring.

Faith in God has also diminished worry over the storms of life. Yes, there are still storms, but I know that God is with me and He will provide shelter from the storms. This is not to say that the winds of the storm don’t still blow around me, or that the rain never touches me. But I know that I am protected from the brunt of the storm and that there is a rainbow shining brightly, promising me a future filled with hope.