God Controls the Storm

A dear friend just sent me a text asking me to pray for safety as she drove through a fierce hailstorm. Immediately God gave me a vision of His Mammoth Hands stretched over her vehicle. The hail bounced off his closed fingers but every so often, He'd split two and some hailstones rained down. Then, He closed His fingers again.

Moral: God controls how much storm hits us. Nothing passes through His fingers without His knowledge. Period and amen.