after the storm

The storm is over... at least the worst part.... the rain is still falling, on the occasion it gets a little heavier, but for the most part, the skies are clearing and the sun is rising. The waves are calmer, and the decks are drying.
In that storm I cried for Him. In that storm, I begged for His help. The waves came crashing in and I could not even stand on my own two feet. In that storm, I knew He was the only one who could help me.
In that storm, I extended my arms out to Him and He graciously took me in. He gave me peace, and comfort. He let me know that should this ship go down, He still had me.
Now, the storm is gone. I delight in the beautiful rays of sun, as they touch my skin and make me feel the great warmth it has. It's been many days since that time of the storm, and the longer it is, the more I stop crying out for Him. The less I even recognize Him in my thoughts. The less I reach out to Him. Yet, I bask in the grace and peace that He has given me. I enjoy the clear skies He has allowed me. Little thanks have been given.
How many times do we cry out for Him to give His grace? His peace? His mercy?And when given, how often do we keep crying out for HIM?
As a friend, how many times has someone come running to you for your help and when they recieve it, they thank you, linger then move on, keeping little touch with you, and making you feel a little forgotten? I know I've done that, with no ill intention, but I have done that. How many times has that been done to you? We get hurt, we feel offended, and sometimes, we take back our acts of kindness or hesitate to give them out again. Not Him. He continues to give His help over and over again, and we keep taking it and leaving. Again, not with ill intention, but we do.
The hard part is remembering this is the midst of its happening, with our friends and with God. But He, He never forgets us..... not once....
How great is He.