So life has felt a little like a country song lately. Country music for some reason has the ability to capture and tell a story of an old man picking up the pieces after a tornado or the husband who runs home to his wife after the death of a friend. Country music sells us these stories in a neatly packaged, melodic three minutes. While storms slammed the Southeast for the last 5 days, including the monster that hit Alabama, Georgia and Tennessee, I got a message that a friend of mine from high school was found dead of heart attack at the young age of 34. It got me thinking that we all face storms.
I have many friends that will be picking up the pieces (literally) of their lives by the devastating weather that tore through their homes and damaged their belongings. In the same way I have friends that have been hit by the high winds of life that have tore through their hearts and devastated their families. We all face storms. Some of them we can predict, some them come out of nowhere. We all face storms, stroms that leave us rebuilding. Rebuilding places we have called home, even when we may not be rebuilding a physical structure but an emotional one.
As a fixer, not repairman, but an individual who always wants to have an answer to your problem. I quickly realize I don't. All I know is that we all face storms. At times we all get hit by devasting winds or devasting news. At times tornadoes rip through our homes or rip through our hearts. At times it down pours rain or down pours brokenness. The one thing I know...we all face storms.
39 When Jesus woke up, he rebuked the wind and said to the waves, “Silence! Be still!” Suddenly the wind stopped, and there was a great calm. Mark 4:39
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