Storms in life come out of no where. The winds will rock your faith back and forth and leave you wondering if you even have faith the size of mustard seed. This past week the storms were raging. Anytime someone comes at my kids it puts me in instant warrior mode. I mean I will lay my life down protecting them. With each Storm there is a lesson and you come out wiser and stronger.

So last week on two different days two different students bothered my child at School. One pulled her chair out from under her and she bumped her head and another day a student didn’t like the way she was playing volleyball in PE and walked up to her and slapped. Now you all have no idea how angry and hurt I was. My daughter is the one walking the halls praying in her head for others. She is the one taking up for kids being bullied or who are crying.  Then she had a secretary call her to office and fuss at her for calling me with her teachers permission.

For all three incidents I reached out to the school depending on them to do something. But I was still so angry.  I haven’t been this angry in months so I knew I had to pray and trust God to move on Peyton’s behalf through those at her school.

On the day of the last incident, when I picked Peyton up and she told me all that had happened I said that’s it we are leaving here because this is crazy. My ten year old daughter that had endured all of these things gave me a word. She said, “Mom we can’t leave. God sent me here and I am at the door of my blessing so the devil is going to all he can to throw me off and make me leave. But we aren’t leaving. I’m not here to make friends or to have them love me. I’m here to learn and grow and build myself up for my career. My destiny is clear.”  I was floored. I couldn’t even say anything else. God spoke to me through my baby and I heard Him loud and clear. My daughter said this is spiritual and she was right.

Her words took me back in time. I remember when I was a child I spent a lot of time with my maternal grandparents. They didn’t have air conditioners but they did have fans. But when a storm came up all fans were unplugged, all TVs unplugged and all lights turned off. We had to sit together in the den, sweating up something and no one could talk. My grandparents said you should respect God’s work.

So from this memory I was reminded to shut up in my storm. I had to stop complaining stop fussing about it to anyone who would listen and put it in God’s hands for Him to handle. If I kept that anger and kept trying to make the wrong right in my own strength there would be no change. I’m so glad that God reminded me that He is my anchor. I’m trusting in Him for peace for healing and for His presence and His unconditional love to fall upon my daughter’s school and that it is not removed as long as my child is there.

So next week if you have storm don’t get angry but rather be quiet and be still once you take the issue to God and be still and know that He is God and He got this! I pray this songs stays in your heart all week. All is well with my soul!