Another Texan storm swept in last night.
Our house is located in a flat area with plateaus in the distance which means the view of a storm rolling in is something fierce and spectacular.
The lights flickered, hail pelted our house, and for a few hours our home was eerily silent as children lie awake in their beds, anxious from the rolls of thunder and angry winds.
Every so often I would stand in the backyard and watch the lightning flash across the sky, only to run back in to the whimper of one our kids.
A few weeks ago we went to Target and purchased two planters pots for the twins to paint. We picked out flower seeds, purchased the soil, and ever since we've been waiting for these tiny flowers to grow. Every afternoon the girls and I walk outside, water the plants and check to see if any life exists. Thus far, the girls have been disappointed.
Last night while watching the storm, I looked at their little plants drowning in water and thought to myself, "Well, another one bites the dust." I didn't even have the heart to take them out of the rain because I just knew they were goners.
In the morning, the girls sleepily woke up and after breakfast we walked outside to assess the damage. The mulch that surrounds our back patio was spread all over the place, pillows from the furniture were all disheveled, and their plants they've been diligently nurturing were knocked over. I felt a pang of guilt for not having sheltered them better the night prior.
One of the girls ran over to the plants to pick them up and I expected tears to start pouring down her face, but instead she ecstatically yelled, "Mommy look! Our plant is growing!!" Low and behold, the storm had given birth to a tiny green sprout in both pots. The pots were laying on their sides and a little dirt had fallen out, but the storm had quite literally knocked some life out of it.
I swept the patio, making clean lines where mulch had previously covered. There's something therapeutic about sweeping up the mulch and seeing the stark lines between what was and what will be. The girls fawned over their new plants for a brief moment and then quickly lost interest as they weren't quite flowers yet. They ran off to the swings and the Lord was ever present in that ordinary yet holy moment.
The sun was shining, the grass smelled of rain, and although my yard was a mess, signs of life were everywhere.
The storm had given birth to life.
Isn't that true of life in general?
I continued to sweep as I looked at my kids playing in my yard, reflecting on the last few years of our family's life. We had been through some storms. In fact, it seemed like a few years ago a storm cloud had made a permanent home in our family's sky. Bolts of lightning flashed, thunder boomed, and as soon as the flood levels seemed to be shrinking, another storm would roll in.
There were days when I didn't think I could keep my head above water, but God was faithful. During my life's greatest storm, God called me under his wings and was an ever present fortress from the wind and rain. The storm didn't go away for some time, but the God who ordained the clouds also ordained my daily sustenance during that rainy season. He never abandoned me.
And now that the clouds have passed and the sun is shining brightly, I see His good hand in it all. The storms in our family had given birth to life. I might have been tossed about, knocked over, and a little cracked, but the storm produced something in me that years of sunny skies couldn't produce.
I finished sweeping. The mulch was back in its proper place. Two of my children were swinging, one was toddling around my feet wanting to be held, and I took it all in. This moment, this is why I can never curse the storm. Sure, the devastation and wreckage that comes in the storm's wake is hard and messy and the fear can be suffocating. But the morning after you not only assess its the collateral damage and start picking up the pieces, but you also experience its collateral beauty.
And there is nothing quite like the collateral beauty from the wreckage of life's storms. It is redemption at its finest hour.
For me, it's that I have learned to bless the storm that both took away and gave me life.
Posted on May 11, 2017 by The Sassy Salmon and filed under Suffering, Collateral Beauty and tagged collateral beauty Suffering storms Spurgeon redemption.