A True Story

It started as a calm, gentle rain.  A soft wind sighed through the trees, and leaves danced, swirling in golden laughter to the browning grass.  Early morning in fall is such a beautiful time of year.  Such beauty and color!  And now, soft rain to water the dry earth.

But suddenly, the wind changed.  In a moment the pitter-patter became sheets of driving rain; the wind whipped; the leaves hurtled through the air as the branches shivered and shook.

The woman stood at the window and watched the change in disbelief.  What had happened?  One moment she was sipping her coffee, enjoying the peaceful way she connected to the morning’s wake-up stretch…and the next, she could barely see the trees through the white sheets of water.  But even as she watched, she knew.  She knew how it felt to be so peaceful, then suddenly caught in the midst of a raging storm.  Her heart had been there- day after day after day.  Battles had raged hard and fast, and she hadn’t seemed to catch a break.

And then, the storm was past.  The rain calmed and stopped, the wind hurried on its way, leaving behind…peace.  Looking out the window to gray, quiet sky, she saw squirrels foraging and heard the birds start singing.

As the woman surveyed the landscape littered with thousands of soggy leaves and broken branches, she smiled.  Just as the winds and rain were gone, so too were the fierce battles in her heart.  And where one might see downed leaves and drenched, bowed flowers, she saw scars.  Scars of victory, scars of beauty.  Would she choose a battle over peace, over calm?  No.  But the storms were necessary.  They changed her.  They drove her, broken and hurting, to her Refuge.  And in the dark, she felt His Presence, stronger than the presence of evil.  When she emerged, shaken and trembling, more of her heart was changed.  She was different, even more aware of just how weak she was, and just how strong the battles were for her soul.

And that Peace after the storm was a tender, loving Peace.  And the woman stood, with her rewarmed cup of coffee,  and basked in the warming glow of early morning Calm.

“For I am persuaded beyond doubt (am sure) that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities, nor things impending and threatening nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth nor anything else in all creation will be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”  Romans 8:38-39 (AMP)

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  1. Love, love this post. Such a beautiful comparison. Love the way you write! Keep sharing. Have a great day.

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