A Storm Brewing
Thursday night things were wonderful as my family and I visited the county fair. I watched my oldest daughter practically floating on Cloud Nine. She smiled, she laughed, she was herself again.
I was thankful.
Friday came and the winds begin to blow in our direction. Heavy gusts that almost caused us to lose our footing. They were so powerful as there was a storm brewing.
Heavy rains came in on Friday night shaking us and creating fear and doubt. Saturday, the storm was here with full force as we tried to take cover.
The emotional storms of life catch us so off guard. We can be sailing right on through life just having the best time ever when all of a sudden BOOM … lightning crashes, thunder rolls … and you’re holding on and taking shelter the best way you know how from the storms of life.
You try to talk it out – talking always helps. Yet, in this case, the person is non responsive. They clam up, unwilling to help when they have the power to do so. Unwilling to help ease your mind in the mist of the storm.
And you feel tossed in the eye of the storm.
It whirls around, causing destruction …
That is what not communicating will do. When you’re in the middle of conflict and the other person refuses to talk or refuses to help – destruction is sure to follow leaving debris in its path.
This is what we encountered.
Sunday we tried to let it go and let God take over. We offered up our concerns to God in prayer, cupping our hands and handing it over to Him.
Take it, God. It’s yours.
Monday came, and the storms raged on for my darling daughter. Tossed to and fro, her mother could stand in the wings no longer. She had to throw a life preserver. She scrambled any way she knew how to save her daughter in the mist of the storm.
And yet, she is only one person. She hopes to make a difference. She tries with all of her might. Anything for her daughter.
Waiting now for the storm to pass. Trusting God in the mist of it all. Knowing that He will see us through even the worst aftermath of the storm.