There was a fierce storm here the other night. My son is afraid of the wind, rain, and thunder claps. As I lay listening to the howling, pounding, and roaring engulfing our home, I prayed to the kind Almighty that my boy would continue sleeping, that He would wrap my child in His gentle arms against the violent outside. In that moment I was struck by the irony of my request: would the God who thunders, protect from the thunder.
It is a divine paradox: the One who unleashes wrath, is the One who shields us from it.
2 Peter 2:9 "...The Lord knows how to rescue the godly from trials and to hold the unrighteous for punishment on the day of judgment."
The eyes that blaze against sin, gently thaw our stony hearts.
The hand that wipes out nations, also wipes away our tears.
The feet that tramp out judgment on the earth, walk beside us in every need.
The voice that thunders, also whispers.
What do we have to fear in the perfect, patient, gentle arms of God? Even as His just wrath destroys, His perfect salvation is indestructible.
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