Typhoon Frank

It's only eight in the morning here. We should be at church as it is Sunday today but Mum decided against going because of typhoon Frank. It's typhoon signal # 2 here in Cavite. There was rain all night and wind is strong today. I woke up feeling cold, my knees particularly so I took a pair of pajamas and an extra shirt from the drawer and wore them to keep myself warm. It is very rarely that I wear double shirt and pajamas so I'm kind of feeling different today. I'm very sensitive to the change of seasons as it always stir memories and feelings in me.

Mum has this certain fear of typhoons particularly when the wind is strong. I'm not as afraid as her perhaps because I dont really hear the rain and the wind. Of course I feel the wind blowing and some rain get sprayed into the window screen but that's all I have of typhoons. When the winds start blowing to howling proportions, mum will be sitting at one corner of her room to pray.

Speaking of rains and typhoons, there were plenty in my life. There were ones that left me crushed and devastated. Those were the times when I learned to cry out to God and appeal to His strength. God's heart is merciful, his arms strong and everlasting.

"There is no one like the God of Jeshurun who rides in the heavens to help us and in the clouds in His majesty. The eternal God is our refuge and underneath are the everlasting arms."

Even if I cannot worship God at church today, He is in my heart and thoughts. I'm even blogging about Him, the God I cannot live without. He is the only one who deeply loves me. There was a time when He was really angry with me but His anger lasted just for a moment and his forgiveness and love for always. He is the only One who never rejected me. I always know His affection for me is very deep. He sends the rains, He allows a devastating typhoon so that I will be still and know that He is God.