The Beauty of a Storm

We recently got some heavy storms overnight here in Nashville. The storms aren’t rare in the summer because of the humidity (Lord, the humidity…I attribute this as another side effect of the fall). It’s not common though to get them overnight, as the atmosphere tends to cool and there’s just not enough juice to get one going. However these bubbled up and fired off around 1am. How would I know? Well they rattled the house, waking me up and keeping me awake the majority of the the rest of the early morning hours.

The next morning as I struggled to gain my alertness from the groggy half-sleep I got I caught a glimpse of this sight. I have referenced the glimpses I get out my front guest room window before. But this one was just breathtaking. It caught me and pulled me in, watching the artistry at work as the sun broke over the horizon pushing the clouds back and giving off this beauty I could never put into words. IMG_5679

In the middle of the night, I couldn’t have known what the morning would look like, what beauty I would see from a storm that had raged throughout the night. Instead I was solely focused on what the storm was doing to me, rather than what it might bring on the other side of it.

The beauty of that morning reminds me that I need not fret in the storm, whatever it may be and whatever it may look like. He meets us in the storm (Mark 6:47-52) calling us out to meet Him on the waters that He steadies by His own hand. He brings a message in the mess. He doesn’t see as we see, He doesn’t fret over storms that we find ourselves in. If we are with Him, we too should find calm in the midst. Quieting the storms of our lives through resting with Him (Matthew 8:23-27), finding our faith in Him and not in our circumstances.

Isn’t that how it is though for us? We bemoan the storm we are in, forgetting the beauty that often comes from it once it passes. We forget the peace brought by the God Who Creates because He is with us and focus instead on the weariness of the storm, the fretting of our current selves. We forget that out of a mess comes a message. Out of the black of night comes the dawn breaking with beauty. Putting faith in Him who is with us instead of the circumstances, or our own strength.

 

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