Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Lucky Lightning.

So, I clearly have not posted in quite some time. Fact is, I haven't really set apart some God time for quite some time. Sorry about that! Well, while a storm came through, I sat out on the front porch, checking things out. I was watching the insta-river flow down the sidewalk, into the fresh lake at the end of the alley, listening to the windchimes on the porch as a gust of wind would plow through every few seconds. In this torrential downpour, with cloud coverage resembling the pattern of a grey wolf, thunder, lighting, and winds exceeding 40 miles/hr, a slight mist breezed in on me while I sat on the bench of our covered front porch. There was so much storm, raging around me, and yet, I was hardly impacted, what with being misted and all.

I realized, life's kinda like that. It looks so dreary sometimes, that I get worried. I worry so much about what's going on outside of my life, all of the stuff not even affecting me. Well I take it back, I'm slightly affected. I hear a news story that breaks my heart, or find out a friend has been wronged, which leads me into anger. I get so worked up, about things not in the present, things that I cannot control, that I'm sitting here, letting the troubles of this storm of life pelt me with its dew.

Or maybe, maybe the downpour is where God is pouring down his love, his time, his grace, and I'm sitting, in the mist as if this tiny fraction of Him is good enough. I'm too afraid of getting drenched to go out into the storm. I'm staying safe, on the comfy bench, watching him come down around me, while I admire the way He works in others' lives.

Maybe yet, is that the storm is life in all actuality. Maybe really is that awful, that forsaken, dreadful enough to be afraid to go outside. Maybe God is protecting me. Sure, I see awful things come and go. Once in a while, I feel a fraction of the pain that billions around the Earth feel every single day. God cannot stop me from ever hurting, from ever making a bad decision. Afterall, I am human, and humankind witnesses hurt and wrongdoing, and feels pain. But He can cover me, and keep me safe, if I let Him. Safe enough to not be washed away.


Thank you, God. For protecting me, thank you. Thanks even more for letting me feel what others feel, to know where others have been, to be able to relate to them, and to need You. Thank you for the mist.