The morning was a beautiful one, sunny, a nice breeze, and as I drove with the boys out of town the thought crossed my mind that it felt a little strange to be running errands. It was as if we hadn't given the storm the respect it deserved, we didn't even pause to acknowledge it, just plowing ahead.
The more those thoughts ran through my head the more I realized that we treat our spiritual storms the same way. We are so determined to get through our spiritual storms we grit our teeth and plow through. We ask for help in an emergency, but otherwise our only goal is the ride things out. After a storm we breathe a big sigh of relieve, send up thanks for it surviving it and we move forward. We might mention the storm in passing, we might even acknowledge it was a bit scary, but DO WE PAUSE TO REFLECT on what we were meant to learn?
If you speak to anyone who has taken the time to lean into God during a storm you will most likely hear a version of this "I am so much closer to God and have learned so much more about myself, Him and my relationship with Him. I'm thankful I'm past this storm, but I'm also glad I went thorough it". I'm striving to always be thankful that God carries me through storms. This isn't to say I'm there, but that I'm trying to get there.
I'm linking this to Seeds of Faith Women