My Help in The Storm

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A Poem by Lea Emmett

When the clouds of doubt roll in,

fast and furious like a summer storm,

and I feel as if a great horde is rising

against me, waiting to consume me,

and my bones resonate the power of its thunder

driving my arm hairs to stand at attention,

and I don’t know what to do,

help me to recall what you have done. 

May I rebuke my doubt

for questioning

               and questioning 

                                and questioning

your ability to provide and protect.

Help me preach your past faithfulness

to my drooping chin, 

because you have proven that 

when you say something, 

It's as good as done. 

Remind me of the altars I’ve built—

tangible monuments your faithfulness.

Every brick a layer of healing,

bound with the mortar or praise.

Allow me to recount how you delivered

me across the ocean on dry land,

when all I could foresee was a future 

tossed among the waves.

With your strength, 

I will raise my eyes to the heavens,

and brace the storm—

digging my heels into the ground of faith

and trusting that I will see 

your blue skies after the storm.

About the Author: Lea Emmett is a wife, mama, and radiology nurse residing in the suburbs of Chicago. She loves Jesus and is passionate about people understanding the depths and riches of the gospel. She hopes that her poetry encourages readers to think deeply about God's character.