Rambling Friday: Stormy Weather

I was a youngster when I saw the ball of fire tumbling down the hallway of our home. To say it was scary would be the truth!

Rainy days I enjoy for the most part. Storms, not so much. I've read too many articles of how dangerous lightning can be, how powerful tornadoes and hurricanes are...to stand by a window and enjoy the view of lightning striking nearby trees and streaking across the dark sky.  Of hurricanes destroying cities and tornadoes whirling destruction in its path.

When I was thinking of the rain we've had for the past week, the thought came to my mind of the storms of life. Sometimes those are so powerful we feel we're bent over--like trees in an earthly storm--from the pressure, that we're sinking beneath the pounding waves, or being tossed or pounded about with every wind that blows our direction.

But what can we learn from that thought? What comfort can we take even in the midst of the storms of life?

Growth:
In Ephesians 4:13 and 14, we learn that when we reach the state of unity of faith and grow in the knowledge of God to become mature, we'll no longer be children who are tossed to and fro by cunning and crafty people with deceitful schemes.





Strength:
From Colossians 2:7a: When we've become mature Christians, we allow our roots to grow deep
within God's love and plan for our lives. We'll find our faith strong in the truth...

Thankfulness:  
Colossians 2:7b:  When we grow in Christ, and allow our faith to be strong and firm in the Word of God, we'll find our hearts overflowing with thankfulness. In the midst of the storms of life, when the enemy of our soul pounds us, when the darkness seems overpowering, we can not help but catch that faint flicker of light that causes our souls to rejoice. He has not forsaken us. He has not forgotten us. He is here. With us. Never to leave us.






Hold fast to our anchor of life. We may never overcome the storms of the physical earth, but the fear of the storms of our spiritual life can be conquered!

Rain, Rain, Go Away...or Not!

Rain, rain, go away. Come again some other day.


Ever hear that ditty when you were a child? It rained yesterday, and I was kind of looking forward to it. I don't know why, but sometimes I miss the rain. I think...






It makes me feel secure. Sort of. In a way. Like, closed in, but not in a smothery way. Like being wrapped in loving arms. Closed in where nothing can hurt me for a moment. Does that make sense?

It makes me feel content. Like being shut in with my fireplace, a good book, my dog Taffy and cat Tipper. I can write, work, snooze, laugh with hubby or fuss a little. But I'm home, content, in a dry home, with the wet rain on the outside. Nice.







It makes me feel happy. Another day we've been blessed with moisture that our earth needs. Our spring won't run dry yet. Thirsty plants and animals can drink. I can walk (or not) in the rain. If I want, I can watch the rivulets cascading down a window pane. I can watch the lightning (or not) in the midnight sky. I can lie in bed and listen to the peck, peck, peck of the drops on my tin roof.



Nice. Happy, rainy day--if you're fortunate enough to be getting some. Smile.

Blessings!