Storm Surge

As I sit on my air matress, snuggled in my warm blanket, the rain steadily falls on my tent. This rain is the end of the big storm that is currently blowing through out campsite. It began as a dark, creeping cloud – with the wind pushing it towards us and the distant thunder warning of its inevitable arrival. . . 

Most people would say this rain ruined the trip, or ruined the day, or just put a damper on things. . . Me? I am thankful for it. Sure, we had to come in off of the water. We scrambled as the wind tore through our sites and our tents and tarps were at its mercy. We laughed as we all pulled together to make sure everyone was safe and dry. Then …….. we moved on. Some went to their tents, some hung out with the food, others played in the rain….. but we were all safe. 

So here I am, listening – with my soul …..

Water is my favorite. It calms me – in an unexplainable way. Even as a child, I was fascinated by it. I was mesmerized by the way it curved up around our boat as we cruised through it. I studied the way it careened around rocks while we played in the creek. I watched many storms come through as we sat on our porch – each rain drop bringing life to so many things. . . 

Water transforms and each transformation is a revelation. 

As I get older, and listen with my soul, I see – and hear – the lessons of water. Today’s lesson?

The storm brings rain, and rain brings life. 

I have been in a life storm, as of late. I was hurried in from my relaxed state into a mind set of preparation by the thunderous voice of negativity and the terrifying winds of self doubt. As I reached for strong lines to tie down my protective coverings, I was practically blown away as the storm progressed closer in to my inner being. I yelled for help, which fell as whispers, due to the overwhelming noise of failure swirling around. When I took a moment to evaluate my surroundings, the desire to leave camp and run was overpowering. 


Then, it came……clarity. 

I called for help again, this time the wind carried it. Even as a whisper, it fell on loving ears. Soon I was surrounded by those who were willing to stand the storm with me. We stood, against the raging negativity and the pouring sadness. Together, we waited it out. When I was weak, they were strong. 

Now, as this present day weather storm is tapering off, I feel this nasty “life storm” tapering off as well. I am surrounded in both storms by family and friends who have fought the winds and stinging rain with me – and loved me through it all. 

Now, comes the life. 

This rain that fell today will carry seeds, will water seedlings, will nourish growning crops, and will replenish dry wells. 

And my storm water? My rain?

It will do the very same – 


John 4:‭l3-14

Jesus answered, “Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.”

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The Farmer and Me

The soil was hard and cold. Rocks were scattered everywhere. It was a worthless field.

It had to be plowed. The earth needed to be turned so the seed could be planted so the harvest could be plentiful.

A horse, harnessed to the plow, begins to pull. Nothing but lines drawn in the dust happens. The ground. The ground is too cold. To rocky. It will never happen.

On and on the horse pulls, still, the plow refuses to do more than kick up dust. It must be done. Giving up is not an option.

A cold, steady rain begins.

Adding misery to the process. The time has come to give up. How can one press on? Is it not too much? The soil is too hard, the rocks are too many, the air is too cold, and now, rain. Bloody from the hard work, worn, and tired – is it even worth it? Is the possible harvest worth it?

Then, the plow sinks into the mud. The blades easily turn the soil, revealing the richness underneath. How easy is it now? The work is still hard, but the farmer and the horse are no longer feeling the full pressure of the plow; the once hard, cold, rocky ground is feeling the steel cut through it. Hope arises. Hope settles. Joy abounds.

In our life, there are fields to be plowed. We may have the greatest horse, the best plow, and the strongest body, but our field may not be the best. It may be hard, cold and rocky. Others may laugh at the possibility of a harvest. As we begin, we may get worn – the hope may begin to dwindle. Then, the rain comes. We cry out “Really? Rain? It’s hard enough as it is, and now the rain?” But, the rain is the one thing we need to loosen the tough soil of our field. Suddenly the pressure is relieved. The plowing still has to be done, but the pressure is on the soil, not our shoulders.

Ecclesiastes11:4 He who watches the wind will not sow and he who looks at the clouds will not reap. 5 Just as you do not know [c]the path of the wind and how bones are formed in the womb of the [d]pregnant woman, so you do not know the activity of God who makes all things.