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Be Not Afraid of the Storm

My little lamb Eve,

When I was a small boy lightning and thunder frightened me. Storms would wake me in the night and I ran to my parents tugging at the covers on moms’ side of the bed because she always pulled me into bed with them. She allowed me to stay there until I was sleeping soundly. When I was with her I was still afraid of the storm but I trusted that she would protect me. She would tell me, ‘don’t be afraid of the storm.’ The next morning I awoke back in my own bed but mom kept me close to her until the storm passed. Mom had a birthday on 8 June and I forgot her birthday until today. I feel bad about that Kochana. You know I lost mom the same year you lost your mother but I miss my mother today. I can no longer pick up the phone and tell her, “I love you”. I know that you love your mother too and she also had a June birthday. Well, honey, I forgot your mothers’ birthday too. I remember that it was in June like moms’ so I really didn’t forget completely, I just failed to recall on time. How’s that for an excuse? To be truthful one never really loses the fear of a terrible storm. We trust in the Lord to protect us but like the disciples tossed about on a stormy sea in a small boat, we sometimes need to hear words like our Lord said to the disciples in their fear, “It is I. Be not afraid”. I call on God daily to watch over you, because I love you so much and want to continue to share my life with you. If I’m over protective, get used to it because you are treasure to me. We guard that which is valuable to us. So be not afraid of the storm my Kochana, our Lord will keep us through all threats and dangers.

You are always near in my heart, Kochany