Wings of Joy

The storm was ragin. The sea was beating against the rocks in huge, dashing waves. The lighting was flashing, the thunder was roaring. The wind was blowing; but the little bird was sound asleep in the crevice of the rock, its head tucked serenely under his wing. That is peace - to be able to sleep in the storm!

In Christ we are relaxed and at peace in the midst of confusions, bewilderments, and perplexities of this life. The storm rages, but our hearts are at rest. We have peace -- at last!

Billy Graham