I am in a small, wooden rowboat. I change from one scene to another. At first, I am paddling upstream, trying not to go down the waterfall to an apparent death; at sea, with pelting rain and torrent winds and hughes waves with lightning trying not to capsize; running in the farmland of the plains trying not to get swept up by the tornado; on the earth, trying not to fall into the crack that is the product of such the earthquake.
I see the LORD’s hand sweeping in from heaven to pick me up. He sets me high above all the storms of life. The sun is out. The rainbows are everywhere. The birds sing. My heart is full.
Rest in me. Trust. Only believe. I really am in control.