Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Today we got out first little taste of spring in Kerbyville. A late afternoon shower rolled in. You know the kind of shower that only spring can bring. Pouring rain followed by sunshine and then more rain. The kind of rain that reminds you that spring is on it's way, just hold on a little longer. Growing up I loved rain storms. I grew up in the southeast where rain showers would roll in at the drop of a hat. Not just showers, real storms. The ones were the thunder is so loud it rattles your windows and the lightening flashes so bright it lights up the night sky. And the rain, it doesn't just rain it pours down so hard and fast that it seems a sheet of water is falling from the sky. As a little girl I remember laying in my bed at night and listening to storms. They were so loud and fierce it seemed that everything around you would come crashing down and just when you thought you couldn't take any more it would quiet and soon that pouring rain became a slow pitter patter that lulled you back to sleep. Life is that way some times. Storms come. We begin to question why me. In those moments I am reminded of the words from a song...I will praise You in this storm I will lift my hands because You are who You are no matter where I am, and every tear I cry You hold in Your hands, and though my heart is torn, I will praise You in this storm. You know, God never promised we wouldn't have storms in life. He never said there wouldn't be moments, words spoken that seem to change everything. He just promised that He would be with us in those moments. When the storm comes and the thunder crashes and you think you will crumble beneath the weight of your burden. Just when you think you can't take any more it quiets, the rain turns to a soft pitter patter and soon you have peace in your heart. There is a storm brewing in kerbyville. I can hear the thunder in the distance and my heart feels fearful. I am trying to praise Him in this storm. I know that soon it will pass and I will have a quiet peace in my heart.