In books, movies, and even in TV shows the weather gives the audience a glimpse into the mood of the story. Other times it is the foreshadowing of something about to happen. Writers do that to captivate their readers. This past week, God used this same technique for me.
Last weekend we took our son to the dorm. The day before, we spent the afternoon at the beach. Heading into town we witnessed the sunset over the mountains. It was the perfect scene to a perfect day. I posted on my IG account, “Reminder of God’s continuing handiwork in creation, in me, in my family”. It brought me hope knowing that even though the next day would require me to “let go”, He would still be there working in my son, working in me.
The next day we drove up and over mountains to campus. We had decided to spend the night, which I believe helped me to truly be excited for him. I needed to be excited for him. It was exciting. He has a great place to live, a good roommate, wonderful dorm parents, and a great school to attend. What more could a parent ask for their child who will attend boarding school? It’s funny because I don’t remember the weather that day. It seems to be a blur.
But I remember what it was like the day we left…
Dark clouds loomed over us right before lunch. We said our goodbyes. He left us in the parking lot; walking back to the cafeteria with his backpack slung over his shoulder. We slumped down in the car and buckled up. As we pulled out, the first drops of rain began. I used my finger to wipe my damp cheek. The wipers swiped at the damp windows. As we merged onto the freeway, the heavens opened and the rain dumped its heavy load. We almost had to pull over. My heart felt the same crushing, drowning feeling. Goodbyes just stink, but I didn’t have time to sink to the abyss emotionally because I was co-pilot and had a job to do: keep the passengers quiet and help watch for traffic. It was seriously raining that hard.
Thirty minutes later the sky opened up like a dark blanket being lifted off our car. The mountains were once again in focus. The white clouds hung around the valleys and decorated the sky. It was gorgeous.
Isn’t that like life though, or shouldn’t it be? There are going to be days that are tough. Days we don’t want to go through. Days we don’t think we can get through.
We must get on the airplane and leave loved ones behind.
We can’t always take our pets with us when we move. Sometimes they die.
Our child breaks their foot two weeks before soccer season begins.
A typhoon (or insert tornado, fire, etc) destroys the scrapbooks, the photos. Memories lost.
Kids grow up and move on to university.
A diagnosis is learned.
But, we don’t have to stay in that dark and hopeless place. There is a path to where the sun shines down and the mountains can be seen from the valleys below.
Just as my husband kept moving forward in the torrential rain, we can keep moving forward. Sometimes it is a slow trudge, but it’s forward.
He kept his eyes on the road ahead of him. We keep our eyes on the path that is set before us (Heb 12:1).
We bring our focus on the One who put us on that path, who created the road, who created us. And we give thanks and praise to Him (Heb. 12:2, Phil. 4:4-7).
It is then, that the view becomes clearer and we are able to give more thanks. And as our hearts become grateful, the view only becomes more spectacular.
The road hasn’t changed.
No, he is there and I am here.
His first game was this weekend (though cancelled due to rain). There.
I am here. Still here.
The circumstance hasn’t changed. It won’t.
But, I get a phone call from the boy. He sounds happy. And I’m grateful.
Grateful for the age that I live in where he can pick up a phone and call.
Grateful that friends sneak photos of him on campus and message them to me within seconds after taking said photo.
Thankful that he gets to do something he loves to do.
Joy is found in the gratitude.
Your Turn: Have you ever noticed that the weather or the sky seems to reflect the mood or the circumstance that you are going through at the moment? Share your moment in the comments below.
I get up when it is still dark. I walk the dog in the dark. From somewhere I hear the sound of a bird singing. It tells me it will be light again. Not just the light of the day, but also the light in my life.
(Not exactly the weather, but still God using the surrounding to tell me He is there)
Thanks for sharing Heylane! I love how God uses nature to speak to our souls.