I don’t like stormy weather. I like summer days to be warm, autumn mornings to be crisp, nights to be clear, cold and starry. I don’t like the sort of rain that whips around you from all directions, and I don’t like steady, soaking drizzle that seems capable of continuing indefinitely with no sign of respite.
But there is always respite. Storms pass. That’s what storms do.
These times, for me, are trying – these days and months. So many things are unsettling now, it’s like pelting rain followed by relentless drizzle on an endless repeat cycle. Spiritually, it’s the kind of weather that makes it hard to lift your head up. I don’t like it. I don’t understand it.
I know, like any other storm, that this will pass. I don’t feel it. I only know it because I’ve seen weather before, and because the Lord has given us promises for our storms. I wish I felt it, but it’s enough, perhaps to know.
I’m not loving these times. I’m not feeling hope, but I still have hope because – thankfully – it doesn’t depend on my feelings. Storms pass. He is faithful. Better times will come.
Psalm 62:5 Yes, my soul, find rest in God; my hope comes from him.
Matthew 8:23-26 Then he got into the boat and his disciples followed him. Suddenly a furious storm came up on the lake, so that the waves swept over the boat. But Jesus was sleeping. The disciples went and woke him, saying, “Lord, save us! We’re going to drown!” He replied, “You of little faith, why are you so afraid?” Then he got up and rebuked the winds and the waves, and it was completely calm.
Hebrews 6:19 We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure.
Hebrews 11:1 Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.