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ears ago, a farmer owned    on the spot. Instead, he hurried
                   land  along  the  Atlantic   outside  to  prepare  for  the
            Yseacoast. He constantly           storm.
            advertised for hired hands.        To  his  amazement,  he  dis-
            Most people were reluctant to      covered  that  all  of  the  hay-
            work  on  farms  along  the  stacks had been covered with
            Atlantic.  They  dreaded  the  tarpaulins.  The  cows  were  in
            awful storms that raged across     the barn, the chickens were in
            the Atlantic, wreaking havoc on    the coops, and the doors were
            the buildings and crops. As the    barred.  The  shutters  were
            farmer  interviewed  applicants    tightly  secured.  Everything
            for the job, he received a steady   was tied down. Nothing could
            stream of refusals.                blow away.
            Finally, a short, thin man, well   The  farmer  then  understood
            past  middle  age,  approached     what his hired hand meant, so
            the farmer.                        he returned to his bed to also
            'Are  you  a  good  farm  hand?'   sleep while the wind blew.
            the farmer asked him.                 MORAL OF THE STORY:
            'Well, I can sleep when the wind   When you are prepared, spirit-
            blows,' answered the little man.   ually, mentally, and physically,
            Although  puzzled  by  this  you have nothing to fear.
            answer,  the  farmer,  desperate   Can you sleep when the wind
            for help, hired him.               blows  through  your  life?  The
            The  little  man  worked  well     hired hand in the story was able
            around  the  farm,  busy  from     to  sleep  because  he  had
            dawn to dusk, and the farmer       secured  the  farm  against  the
            felt  satisfied  with  the  man's   storm.  We  secure  ourselves
            work.                              against  the  storms  of  life  by
            Then one night the wind how-       grounding  ourselves  in  the
            led  loudly  in  from  offshore.   Word of God. We don't need to
            Jumping out of bed, the farmer     understand,  we  just  need  to
            grabbed a lantern and rushed       hold His hand to have peace in
            next  door  to  the  hired  hand's   the middle of storms.
            sleeping quarters.                 "Therefore,  every  [one]  who
            He  shook  the  little  man  and   hears these words of Mine and
            yelled,  'Get  up!  A  storm  is   does them, I will compare him
            coming!  Tie  things  down  to  a  wise  man  who  built  his
            before they blow away!'            house  on  the  solid  rock;  and
            The little man rolled over in bed   the  rain  came  down,  and  the
            and  said  firmly,  'No  sir.  I  told   floods  came,  and  the  winds
            you, I can sleep when the wind     blew, and they beat against that
            blows.'                            house, and it did not fall, for it
            Enraged by the response, the       had been founded on the solid
            farmer was tempted to fire him     rock" (Matt. 7:24-25).
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