Wither the wind bloweth

It is strange to me that my thoughts can fly like leaves before a storm, rushing and tumbling in the terror and despair of the calamity that drives them on. Each leaf itself is an inconsequential tatter, but they flee like an army in route, and it is hard not to run with them. Yet I have no idea what menace this tempest threatens to unleash.

Knowledge has no part of panic; it is sudden apprehension of a profound and total ignorance; oblivion.

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  • . . . Jesus walked on the water, and calmed the storm with a word. Even when we sit at home we can still be saying, “Lord, I’m going to drown!” It is then we most need to remember that he who calmed the storm still walks in our soul, and calms it, too.

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