Dreary weather plagued the previous week, I began to feel like a drowning soul with no sun and warmth on my skin. The rainy days passed and once again, the sun returned. Why do I doubt that they will return? As sure as the night falls, the morning rises for yet another day. Yet, I doubt during the storms and I doubt against the cold wind that blows during my day. I’m working on it-the ability to feel the sun even before it rises. Unfortunately, I am visual.
Living the words that I know require more of me than hearing them or reading them…
For we live by faith, not by sight.
I know what the sun feels like on my skin. I know how it feels to have the breeze from the ocean whispering into my soul -The place where I feel small, but a part of something larger than any of my rainy days. I know the peace that passes all understanding, I have felt it, embraced it.
I can never fully experience joy, unless I have experienced the opposite. The rainbows of this life only come after the storms have passed. A promise of a better day ahead, lies on the horizon. Yet in my times of doubt I still know that I must keep looking up, instead of watching my feet take the steps. Unknown paths, places I prefer not to walk. If I refuse to keep placing one foot in front of the other? I stay in the storm, stand in the rain. I know me well enough to know I can’t stay here.
Psalm 59:16 But I will sing of your strength, in the morning I will sing of your love; for you are my fortress, my refuge in times of trouble.
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