Back in the day, when I was about eleven, I played basketball for Glenwood Elementary School in Waukegan, Illinois.
In the championship game, we were beating our opponents like they stole something. We were beating them like Della Reese beat Eddie Murphy in Harlem Knights.
In the fourth quarter, we were leading 44-9.
But that wasn’t enough for me.
During the final minutes of the game, I was yelling, “Don’t let them get over ten! Don’t let them get over ten! Don’t let them get over ten!”
It seemed to me that we’d look more dominant if they had only a single-digit number.
I wanted to make it clear that they were no match for us.
In the same way, even though life is filled with storms, your storm is no match for the Lord.