(Forwarded from a friend - author unknown)

                Sleeping Through the Storm
            

            Years ago a farmer owned land along the
            Atlantic seacoast. He constantly advertised
            for hired hands. Most people were
            reluctant to work on farms along the
            Atlantic. They dreaded the awful storms
            that raged across the Atlantic, wreaking
            havoc on the buildings and crops. 
                  As the farmer interviewed applicants
            for the job, he received a steady stream of
            refusals. Finally, a short, thin man, well
            past middle age, approached the farmer.
            "Are you a good farmhand?" the farmer
            asked him. 
                  "Well, I can sleep when the wind
            blows," answered the little man. Although
            puzzled by this answer, the farmer,
            desperate for help, hired him. The little
            man worked well around the farm, busy
            from dawn to dusk, and the farmer felt
            satisfied with the man's work. 
                  Then one night the wind howled
            loudly in from offshore. Jumping out of
            bed, the farmer grabbed a lantern and
            rushed next door to the hired hand's
            sleeping quarters. He shook the little man
            and yelled, "Get up! A storm is coming!
            Tie things down before they blow away!" 
                  The little man rolled over in bed and
            said firmly, "No sir. I told you, I can sleep
            when the wind blows." 
                  Enraged by the old man's response,
            the farmer was tempted to fire him on the
            spot. Instead, he hurried outside to
            prepare for the storm. To his amazement,
            he discovered that all of the haystacks had
            been covered with tarpaulins. The cows
            were in the barn, the chickens were in the
            coops, and the doors were barred. The
            shutters were tightly secured. Everything
            was tied down. Nothing could blow
            away. The farmer then understood what
            his hired hand meant, and he returned to
            bed to also sleep while the wind blew. 

            Where to take it from here... 

                  When you're prepared, you have
            nothing to fear. Can you sleep when the
            wind blows through your life? The hired
            hand in the story was able to sleep
            because he had secured the farm against
            the storm. We secure ourselves against
            the storms of life by grounding ourselves
            firmly in the Word of God. 



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Michael Paul Johnson  aka Soaring Golden Eagle <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
http://eBible.org/mpj Rocky Mountain Outpost 207 New Creation Church
Jesus Christ is Lord!  If Jesus came back today, would you be READY?

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