We have had stormy days and nights here in the month of May. Maybe you have too.
We always know when a storm is coming. The Chief Furry Officer (Ringo) grabs his stuffed duck and paces around the house with it in his mouth. And then about 45 minutes later, the rain, thunder, or hail begins. We have thought maybe we should set up a Ringo-cam and share his insights on Facebook.
He must feel the storm deep in his little body somehow, even before we can see or hear it. He feels it so deeply that he shakes all over.
I don’t share Ringo’s fear of storms, at least when I’m inside my comfy house. I don’t so much love them when I’m driving on I-80 with semi-trucks passing and splashing.
At one point on a recent trip home from Ohio, the rain got really intense and I muttered to John, “Maybe we should pull off.” My level-headed husband said, “Check the radar.” I did and realized that in ten minutes, we would be out of the path of the storm. We decided to keep driving.
Hard to know how to react in a storm, right? Especially when the storm has to do with your heart. Maybe illness or doubt or frustration or uncertainty or other people’s choices have created a hail storm of sorts within your heart lately.
Maybe you feel like saying (as I did on I-80), “Let’s stop. I just can’t do this anymore. I just want to curl up and sleep and sleep and sleep.”
Maybe you feel like just blasting your way through this storm, foot to the gas, hands gripping the steering wheel, jaw tight.
Maybe you have discovered the joy of the buddy system in the storm: “I’m nervous about this storm. Can you help me navigate it? Can you stay with me and talk to me?”
Later on that same drive back from Ohio, we hit another patch of rain. I was at the wheel while John snoozed. But this time I didn’t feel that instant urge to get off the road. Hmm . . . .
What happened? Was the storm less severe? Maybe.
But I had also spent the previous ten minutes listening to worship music and turning those words into prayers of gratitude to God. So when I hit this current rainstorm, I entered it with a heart full of gratitude and a heart fully aware of God’s presence. What a relief! It didn’t make the rain stop, but it did give me perspective by reminding that God sees and knows all and can do far more than I can ever ask or imagine in any storm.
Life this side of heaven will have storms, even if we all move to sunny southern California. Let’s use the buddy system and help each other through them.
Cheering you on as you navigate the inevitable storms of life.
P.S. I discovered a new recipe for potato salad with crab and olives. Delicious! Check it out here: https://pin.it/kqu4x3u6n4kfbb
Thank you, Falecia Sanchez, who recently made this for us one stormy night in May.