Tammy Clabo is a teacher - and a good one, I might add.  Her formal position has a desk and classroom at Southside Middle School.  She has made a difference in the life of my own daughter.Not too long ago, she had a classroom at Duke University’s Medical Center.  There was no desk or classroom filled with children.  There was a bed, nurses and plenty of interested doctors who were struggling with the direction of approach with her heart condition.  She thought she would be a candidate for a transplant.   She and her husband Allen witnessed the waters roar and the sky seem to fall on several occasions.  Yet, without fail, I find them gathered at God’s quiet stream drinking of God’s goodness resting in the pastures prepared for God’s children - even in the midst of the storm.Storms are a part of life.  Some come in predicted by life’s radar.  You see them coming and you can prepare for their arrival.  Nancy and I find ourselves adjusting to a quick storm brewing around us.  Nancy’s mom, one of my heroes, has been diagnosed with cancer - liver cancer to be exact  - Adenocarcinoma.  The biopsy has confirmed that the mass is malignant.  Her doctor found two spots on her lungs, and we find other indicators on her body that cancer is prevalent.  She is a sick lady.   Early next week we will get a clearer picture of how serious her condition may be.  Thank you Jesus for doctors!More than that, God reminded me again this morning, to remember what my teacher taught me.  There is a river.  That river is filled with God’s mercy and more than adequate supply.  It flows quietly and gently so as not to scare this old sheep and his wife as we gather there to drink.  I choose to stay there and allow the coolness of his presence bathe over me.  I choose to settle down and rest in the green pastures provided by One who is declared as “…my shepherd”.  The tendency is to worry and fret.  His presence calls me “…to be still and know that I am GodR...