Although the weather has been nasty this week, there is one thing I’ve yet to see: a good thunderstorm. Ever since I can remember, I’ve always loved thunderstorms. Sure, they scared me as a kid, but what kid doesn’t squeal in awe at the booming thunder and blink in wonder at the beauty of lightning bolts that light up the sky on a dark night? And jumping in puddles afterward? I mean, come on…does it get any better than that?
I feel like the last few weeks my life has mirrored the weather. Lots of gray days, filled with lots of rain. And I keep waiting for the big thunderstorm to erupt. The clouds are swirling, the rain is falling, but I keep waiting for the explosion in which everything in my life is catapulted into chaos. I keep staring out the windows, but it just keeps swirling overhead; building…
There have been a lot of changes in my life lately, and I know that there are more to come. I am in a season of change. And change has never been something I enjoy or that I handle well. In fact, my usual response is much kicking and screaming. But in the midst of a time in which the only constant seems to be change, the Lord has been teaching me something. He is teaching me to trust Him. He is teaching me that no matter how ugly the clouds get, or how hard the rain pours down, He is still there. He never changes, and that truth is becoming more and more precious to me every day.
