But He's Good.
No modern has said it better than Lewis did with those words in The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.
Tonight's thunderstorms have been especially long and powerful. As I sat on the porch feeling the massive voice of God shake the whole house...as I watched his arrows of lightning reveal what the darkness was hiding...I couldn't help but notice that all the while, the gracious, life-giving rain was also falling steadily. Even in the midst of storm and terror, He sends tokens of His kindness.
Storms are dangerous and sometimes terror-inducing. An exposed and fragile flower can be beaten down by the severity of the wind and rain...its head bowed all the way to the ground in submission or defeat, but inevitably the sun shines again and the rain that accompanied the storm, along with the light of the sun causes its head to raise again...its roots to extend deeper into the ground so that it is more firmly planted. It grows stronger and bears fruit.
How like our God, isn't it? To bring life from death...to lift up our heads...to preserve us throughout the storm and to send His life-giving warmth and presence when they have passed. "Course He isn't safe...but He's good. He's the King, I tell you!"
"Oh how manifold are Your works! In wisdom You have made them all." Psalm 104