As my tired eyes rest upon the tree outside the window, I am reminded of myself–barren and exposed; empty branches being tossed about in the cold, fierce storm. But I become aware of Your Voice. Just as this tree has developed deep roots in good soil and will therefore survive and greatly benefit from the severe pruning in this harsh season, so will I. You are my Foundation. You are the Soil into which I put down the roots of my heart. You prune my branches even as I feel so naked, raw and exposed. But until the marked time for my new growth to emerge, You tenderly cover my barrenness and protect my naked vulnerability.

Please enable me to sit here with You and not fear the fierceness of the storm. Let me rest assured You are always bigger, stronger and able. You are the Great I AM. You are in control of the storm. You calm the storm. I need only to sit quietly with You.