The Upward Look, by Jon Forrest
Sleeping When the Wind Blows

A young man applied for a job as a farmhand. When the farmer asked for his qualifications, he said, "I can sleep when the wind blows." This puzzled the farmer. But he liked the young man, and hired him.

A few days later, the farmer and his wife were awakened in the night by a violent storm. They quickly began to check things out to see if all was secure. They found that the shutters of the farmhouse had been securely fastened. A good supply of logs had been set next to the fireplace. The young man slept soundly.

The farmer and his wife then inspected their property. They found that the farm tools had been placed in the storage shed, safe from the elements.
The tractor had been moved into the garage. The barn was properly locked. Even the animals were calm. All was well.

The farmer then understood the meaning of the young man's words, "I can sleep when the wind blows." Because the farmhand did his work loyally and faithfully when the skies were clear, he was prepared for the storm.

Many people wait for their hard times to come before they fix the issues in their lives. However, in the middle of a storm is not the time to repair a roof or put away the items that can be damaged by rain or wind. When you are attacked by circumstances that challenge your spiritual weaknesses, it really is too late to reign those situations in. We should examine ourselves to see where we stand with Jesus and what we need to bring back under his authority. These are the aspects of our lives that we should work on when life is peaceful so that when those winds and rains beat against the ship of our lives and attempt to sink us.  We should work when the sailing is smooth and life is good.

Like the young farm hand, when we prepare during the sunshine of day we can always sleep in when the wind blows at night.

Sunday I will share with you a message that I have titled, “A Life in Chaos” based on Matthew 9:35-38. We will see how Jesus looks at people who don’t know him or have him as their friend. We will see you Sunday.

Sleeping through the wind,

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