Fear messes things up

I had a dream last night.

There was a storm approaching our home. A big storm. I could see it moving towards us across the landscape and I prayed. I prayed hard, really hard. There was fear at the base of my prayers. And the storm kept approaching. It was a big, dark frightening mass of swirling turbulence and my prayers were not stopping it.

The Holy Spirit pinged me to ask God “help my unbelief!!”

The shakiness in my body did not leave. The anxiety was still there. But way down deep my soul was steady. I prayed again.

The storm stopped. Just like that.