Umbrella

I have wanted to live near an ocean all of my life. Something about the water is so tranquil. But, the thing is, when you live by an ocean you have to be prepared for tropical storms or hurricanes. You have to board your windows, cut off power, trim tree branches, etc. What if you can’t evacuate in time? Then you have to prepare to ride out the storm. I read an article on what to do during a storm, and the main point that stood out was: Never go outside the protection of your home or shelter before there is confirmation that the storm has passed the area.

Storms are inevitable. Physical and spiritual. We can prepare for both. When the meteorologists predicts rain we believe them. So we prepare by taking our raincoats, boots, or umbrellas. We are not caught off guard because we were told it was possible. What will happen if it starts to rain and you don’t use your umbrella? You’ll get wet, right? Of course!

Now, let’s look at this spiritual umbrella. Life isn’t perfect. It was never promised to be. Seems like every time you turn around there is something happening. Whether someone is diagnosed with an illness, a loved one dies, rumors of wars, a new variant, or financial challenges, something is always occurring. But, God has given us our protection from these storms. He even has instructions on how to use it. It’s called The Holy Bible. There’s even an extra layer of protection for us called The Blood of Jesus!

What good is the rain gear if we never use it. Just as an umbrella that is folded in a closet won’t keep you from getting wet, how can we navigate these storms of life is we are not preparing ourselves with God’s word? Spend time with Him. Talk to Him. Read His word.

Use the umbrella that He has given you. It only works if you open it.

Dancing in the Rain

On May 20, 2020 another storm came through. My nephew was shot and died the following day. I keep thinking about the day he was born. On November 8, 1999, exactly 2 weeks after my birthday, I held my sister’s hand as she pushed him into this world. Other than my own children, I had never witnessed a baby being born. Image of his little baby face will forever be with me. Now, here we are burying him. This is just so unbelievable. Burying my dad was unbearable, and now here we are 6 years later burying my nephew who was named after him.

One thing is for sure. We can’t stop storms. If one is predicted then we are better prepared because we expected it. Then, there are those that come out of nowhere. Almost like a pop quiz, a quick test on that you’ve been studying. Here’s the thing, I’ve been feeling like I’m just sitting and watching the destruction happen. Chaos all around with no signs of peace. Another piece of my heart has been cut out of my chest.

I have been reminded that I am not sitting in this pain alone. Storms refine our faith. God will use our storms to grow our faith. So, I’ve decided to dance in the rain while I wait for the storm to pass.

2 Corinthians 1:3-4 “Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort; Who comforteth us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God.”

Amen.