It’s silent this morning in my house and our younger children are all curled up on the family room couch after a late night camp out.  The thunder is rolling in and I wonder if they will stir.  Tiptoeing into the sun room,  I feel excitement build within me as the rumblings outside grow louder and louder.  My eyes fix on the ducks turning somersaults in the pond water while the rain splashes around them.  The grass is glowing greener than I remember; spring has seemed like a far off memory after our long winter.  I can’t help but grin at the beauty.  Feelings of overwhelming gratefulness wash over me when storms come.  In a mix of emotions I also reflect;  on one hand storms stir me with eager anticipation, on the other, I tend to buzz around preparing for a worst case scenario.  Mostly though, I simply love the after effect of growth a storm leaves behind.

Lindy Belley-

      I think my week has been like this storm; blackened clouds rolled in and blocked a glimmering sun from view.  Our oldest son has transitioned into man-hood and the terrain and rumblings have been awkwardly unfamiliar.  My husband and I experienced joyful feelings over our sons recent accomplishments and decisions but they had been chased by threatening claps of reality.  A mounting tension of poor communication, flashes of unmet expectation, and a darkened uncertainty had threatened to drain our families peace.  My unspoken hopes for our relationship as mother and son had seemed to wane as looming questions flooded my mind.  I needed comfort and perspective.   Yesterday, during an unexpected moment alone, I finally allowed a shower of tears to give way.  The pent up tension had been exhausting.  All consumed, I found myself running for shelter to pray alone.  When I felt like I couldn’t move passed some physical effects of the grief, I even text-ed my sister and asked her to pray.  She called me back, listened, and prayed with me- it felt as if a dense fog lifted and the sun broke through.  She had been used by God and I had been extended a guiding hand at just the right moment.  Her love, availability, encouragement, and prayers were such a blessing to me.  Slowly, I also felt strength return and the courage to communicate with our son.  In our conversation, wisdom, understanding, and love sprung up.  As our relational healing continued, the emotional and spiritual storm began to pass over us. 

       Today’s rumblings remind me of the new season we are transitioning into and the benefits that those rumblings are able to bring.  It will be to my benefit if I remember that beauty and life spring forth from the trauma of a storm, even storms within a family.  The best decision I had made was to run for cover, pray, and allow myself to be covered by an unwavering Shelter.  The answered prayers, encouragement of my sister, and an active communication with my son, restored what was strained.  Even though we now continue to feel a mix of emotions as he becomes a man,  I’m so grateful for the wisdom we’ve all gained so far.  For now, the storm has blown over and by God’s grace, little buds of growth are springing up all around us- faithfully promising a new beginning. 

Jesus Calms the Storm

Then he got into the boat and his disciples followed him. Suddenly a furious storm came up on the lake, so that the waves swept over the boat. But Jesus was sleeping.  The disciples went and woke him, saying, “Lord, save us! We’re going to drown!”

 He replied, “You of little faith, why are you so afraid?” Then he got up and rebuked the winds and the waves, and it was completely calm.  The men were amazed and asked, “What kind of man is this? Even the winds and the waves obey him!”  Matthew 8:23-27 (New International Version)