If I had a Star Wars name it would be “Brian Skywatcher” because this is what I’ve been doing the last couple of weeks. Looking, waiting, for the sky to open up and give the land a nice good soaking of rain. Its been disappointing the last few weeks because weather patterns would come together, storms and rain clouds lining up to unload only to dissipate at the last moment. Today, however, the rain has finally come. A nice steady rain. Good for grass, trees, bushes, plants and the soul.
Even though we need the rain I know there are parts of the country who need to dry out. They are waiting for the sun to shine, the wind to blow and chase the flooding away. I have a friend who asked me to pray today because they don’t like storms and are getting the remnants of the tropical storm in Florida. The prayer wasn’t to take the storms away but peace and presence during them.
Wisdom teaches us that storms of life will come and go. At times they bring with them what we need. At other times they batter and bruise us. We can’t control the storms but we can accept them and find a stillness deep within.
All that’s Left –
A nasty cold front moved through our area last night and it is cold outside today! The temps haven’t ventured out of the 20’s with a stiff wind and layer of ice covering the places rain fell as the temperatures plummeted.
As the arctic blast forced its way through Tennessee mighty winds shook the big Oak tree just outside our front door. For several hours we’d hear crashes on the tin covering our front porch or in the yard. Each time we’d grab the flashlight, peek outside and see another dead limb had fallen. Our Oak tree for all its beauty, has many branches, big and small, no longer alive that need to come down and the storm, for all its ferocity, did a good job at shaking these limbs from their place among the live ones.
As I stood outside today, letting the dog run, sniff and explore the patches of ice that litters the ground, I thought about life and the storms we face. Most often we do not welcome storms, we do not ask to be shaken, blown back and forth. We like stillness, security and the sense our lives are not in danger of being knocked over. However, if we are self-aware we also recognize that many times it takes these unwanted storms to rid us of the dead, unneeded things of life. The winds may threaten to topple us but they also dislodge places in which we’re stuck.
All that’s left from the storm last night is picking up the branches in the yard. May it also be this way in our lives.
Its abnormally warm today. The wind is stiff, gray clouds threaten and tornado warnings abound. The question isn’t; “If it’s going to storm” but rather “when?” It’s coming the exact arrival time is just uncertain.
As I drove to a meeting today strong winds gusts rocked the truck, a few droplets of rain fell on the windshield but nothing more. I reflected on the impending but elusive front that’s forecasted and how life’s storms are similar. We know life can be difficult, seasons of hardships and challenges will shake the foundations of our worlds. The question isn’t “if” but “when.”
Living with uncertainty can be unsettling. We prefer predictability, to be prepared for what’s around the corner waiting to rock our world but it doesn’t often work that way. Acceptance of our powerlessness to know, guess, plan and plot the storm fronts that will move through our lives takes courage to face the unknown and the faith that every tumultuous season will pass.