I love thunderstorms. Not hail and not tornadoes, but downpours, lightning, thunder… Storms amaze me. The drop in temperature, the electricity in the air, the flashes of lightning and crashing thunder, the torrents of rain all remind me in amazing ways of God’s greatness and power and His love for us. Storms make me happy. I will go out and dance in them if it’s safe, splash through the puddles they leave behind, laugh as the wind tugs at me and the rain soaks my clothes and hair.
Storms of life, though, are different. I resist the thought of them, figuratively hide under the covers and wish they’d go away. They disrupt my life. I’d much rather there were never a storm in my life… wouldn’t I?
I’m convinced that the storms of life, just like the storms of weather, are a good thing. I wonder if I embraced them and attempted to enjoy storms of life as much as I enjoy the storms of weather I’d find the God of peace in them more often, would see His awesomeness and power, His provision and His love, more easily and readily.
The storms around me tonight, the thunder and lightning and rain, excite me. I know I’m secure. I know I’m safe. My God is a much safer shelter than this house, though. When I face the storms of life, He is my shelter and my refuge. That is reason enough to rejoice in the storms.