The Story Behind "Praise You in This Storm"

Praise You in This Storm

My absolute favorite Casting Crowns song.

I was sure by now, God you would have reached down
And wiped our tears away,
Stepped in and saved the day.
But once again, I say amen
That it's still raining
As the thunder rolls
I barely hear your whisper through the rain
I'm with you
And as your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise
The God who gives and takes away

And I'll praise you in this storm
And I will lift my hands
That you are who you are
No matter where I am
And every tear I've cried
You hold in your hand
You never left my side
And though my heart is torn
I will praise you in this storm

I remember when I stumbled in the wind
You heard my cry you raised me up again
My strength is almost gone how can I carry on
If I can't find you
As the thunder rolls
I barely hear you whisper through the rain
I'm with you
And as your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise
The God who gives and takes away

And I'll praise you in this storm
And I will lift my hands
That you are who you are
No matter where I am
And every tear I've cried
You hold in your hand
You never left my side
And though my heart is torn
I will praise you in this storm

I lift my eyes unto the hills
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord
The maker of heaven and earth
I lift my eyes unto the hills
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord
The maker of heaven and earth

And I'll praise you in this storm
And I will lift my hands
That you are who you are
No matter where I am
And every tear I've cried
You hold in your hand
You never left my side
And though my heart is torn
I will praise you in this storm

And though my heart is torn
I will praise you in this storm

O I want to know You more!

"Once we get intimate with Jesus we are never lonely and we never lack for understanding or compassion. We can continually pour out our hearts to Him without being perceived as overly emotional or pitiful.

The picture resulting from such a life is that of the strong, calm balance that our Lord gives to those who are intimate with Him."

~Oswald Chambers, My Utmost For His Highest

Oh how I long for that intimacy! But how many times I've turned to everything but Him to satisfy that longing.

Thanks be to God, that He pours His grace on me time and time again. Thank you Jesus that you keep wooing me back.

As I was reading this tonight, this song came to mind. I first heard it over 30 years ago when the church I was attending put on a musical by Steve Fry entitled "We Are Called."

It is the cry of my heart. 

"Just  the time I feel
That I've been caught
In the mire of self.
Just the time I feel
My mind's been bought
By worldly wealth.
That's when the breeze begins
To blow I know,
The Spirit's call
And all my worldly wanderings
Just melt into His love.

Oh, I want to know You more!
Deep within my soul I want to know You,
Oh, I want to know You.
To feel Your heart and know Your mind,
Looking in Your eyes stirs up within me,
Cries that says I want to know You
Oh, I want to know You more.
Oh, I want to know You more.

When my daily deeds
Ordinarily lose life and song,
My heart begins to bleed,
Sensitivity to Him is gone.
I've run the race but set my own pace
And face a shattered soul,
But the gentle arms of Jesus
Warm my hungering to be whole.

Oh, I want to know You more!
Deep within my soul I want to know You,
Oh, I want to know You.
And I would give my final breathe
To know You in Your death and resurrection,
Oh, I want to know You more
Oh, I want to know You more
Oh, I want to know You more"

The Hand of God

Spring Is Coming!

April 9 and it is snowing here in Maine. This picture warms my heart. Spring is on it's way!

Photographer Unknown

As The Ruin Falls

I discovered Phil Keaggy while in college. This is one of my favorite of his songs, a poem by CS Lewis he set to music. The video quality isn't the best but you can hear his amazing guitar playing and singing.

Mercy Prayer

I have no resume
to hold before You,
no track record of accomplishments,
no letters of commendation,
no rights of birth or ethnicity.
I hold nothing
that would place You in my debt,
nothing
that could curry Your favor,
nothing
that would obligate You.
I wish unbridled zeal
would commend me to You.
I wish unbroken obedience
would draw Your attention.
I wish model wisdom and model love
would convince You that I'm worthy.
But I have none of these things
to offer You.
I stand before You with shoulders bent
and hands that are empty.
I approach You with no
argument in my mind
or no words to offer in my defense.
I stand before You
naked and undeserving,
broken and weak.
I am quite aware of the
duplicity of my heart,
the evil of my choices,
and the failure of my behavior,
but I am not afraid
because I stand before You
with one argument,
with one plea.
This argument is enough.
This plea is sufficient.
This argument is the only thing
that could ever give me
courage,
rest,
and sturdy hope.
So I come before You
with this plea:
Your mercy.
Your mercy is my rest.
Your mercy is my hope.
Your mercy makes me bold.
Your mercy is all I need.
Your mercy
tells me You will hear.
Your mercy
tells me You will act.
Your mercy
tells me You will forgive.
Your mercy
tells me You will restore.
Your mercy
tells me You will strengthen.
Your mercy is my
welcome,
plea,
and rescue.
I rest in this one thing:
You are mercy
and
You will answer.

(Mercy Prayer by Paul David Tripp from A Shelter in the Time of Storm: Meditations on God and Trouble)

Dogs Are the Bark of the Family Tree

My granddog, Scooter.

Cats Rule!

History In My Backyard

Every year the small town of Orrington, Maine celebrates with Old Home Days. Part of that celebration is the annual Northeastern Primitive Rendezvous.

I drive though Orrington every day on my way to and from work. I always look forward to this event every July, because it causes me twice a day, to reflect on what life would have been like 200 years ago.