Can You Sleep While
The Wind Blows?
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
farm hand?" 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
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 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
The shutters were tightly secured. Everything
was tied down.
Nothing could blow away. The farmer then
understood what his hired hand meant, so he
returned to his bed to also sleep while the wind
Moral of this
When you're prepared, spiritually,
mentally, and physically,
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
We secure ourselves against the
storms of life by grounding ourselves in the
Word of God and prayer. We don't need to
understand, we just need to hold His hand to
have peace in the middle of storms.
I hope you enjoy your day and you
even if "The Wind Blows"
Though the angry surges roll
On my tempest driven soul,
I am peaceful, for I know,
Wildly though the winds may blow,
I’ve an anchor safe and sure,
That can evermore endure.
Mighty tides about me sweep,
Perils lurk within the deep,
Angry clouds o’ershade the sky,
And the tempest rises high;
Still I stand the tempest’s shock,
For my anchor grips the rock.
|And it holds, my anchor holds:
Blow your wildest, then, O gale,
On my bark so small and frail;
By His grace I shall not fail,
For my anchor holds, my anchor holds.
can feel the anchor fast
As I meet each sudden blast,
And the cable, though unseen,
Bears the heavy strain between;
Through the storm I safely ride,
Till the turning of the tide.
Troubles almost ’whelm the soul;
Griefs like billows o’er me roll;
Tempters seek to lure astray;
Storms obscure the light of day:
But in Christ I can be bold,
I’ve an anchor that shall hold.