Storms come in all shapes and sizes. Sometimes they blanket the Earth in a dark heavy downpour. Some are cleansing and wash away all the grey matter accumulated over time. One of the dark storms hit me towards the end of last year. It didn’t just show up one day, it slowly rolled into town and hung out for a while. ***Please note this was written in 2017***
It’s funny how storms can be perfect. A perfect series of events that guide you in one direction or another. Lots of little rain drops that add up to a tidal wave and slide you right off your feet.
I’ve spent January (and now part of February) floating along in the current that swept through and upended me. Quiet and alone, feeling no pressure to make any sudden movements I have sat and waited for direction. Unable to swim, pull to the shore or paddle up stream, I have literally just given way to the journey this past month has been. I think it was a lot of things yelling at me all at once that pushed me over the edge. Maybe you’ve felt that way before?
The world has been a noisy place lately hasn’t it? Every time I turn around opinions are flying, confusion is rampant and hearts are heavy. Like drops of rain on a tin roof the noise just got louder and louder to me and I just wanted to be away from it all. And I certainly didn’t want to contribute to it. Who cares about painted furniture when there are refugees without homes?
I had all but decided to stop the blog and move on to other things. Not really sure what those other things were, I patiently waited for God to give me some direction. He wasn’t as fast to answer as I’d hoped. So I waited some more. Convinced that the noisy place of social media and the internet were no place for me, my thoughts or my DIY projects. All the controversial opinion throwers could have it. I was out and uninterested in joining the game of right or wrong, left or right. Then the drops started again.
This time the drops were warm to my face and had sun behind them. More like a fresh summer rain that cools the heat and washes the sweat of the day away. The perfect storm to push me out of the depths and onto dry land again. Cleansing and life-giving rain falling on the parched land of my soul. So here I am.
In the time I’ve spent away from screens I have come to know in my heart now more than ever, we are at war. I don’t mean a war with bullets and weapons, but a spiritual war that has always been there, but for me has shown it’s full face. And I know that I have to contribute to the noise. But I can be the good noise. The noise that brightens someone’s day or noise that God uses to show someone He see them and most of all the noise of the gospel. We all need to stand up and be the good noise of the good news in this world full of sound bites and ugliness.
Our lives and our stories matter. Our gifts and our talents matter. You matter. I matter. We are bigger than the news and more cherished than any popular opinion might lead us to believe. The bible promises dark days, coming turmoil and despair. These are the trials that will purify our faith, each storm we exit one step closer to knowing the characteristics of God, who He is and how He loves us. And we always have to remember that He wins. He always wins. It’s not a secret, it’s the end of the story. The best part? We win too. We win because he loves us.
So we have to be noisy, loud and clear to make sure that everyone knows the story of Jesus. So they can win too. We have to be noisy to drown out Satan and his lies. He wanted me to give up and give in. Maybe he has been whispering lies to you as well, hoping you’ll roll over and play dead. Don’t let him. Kick him to the curb sister. It’s a race against time friends, a fierce battle for life, for salvation, dark and stormy, never easy and totally worth it.
This blog is a true gift to me, to be able to do what I love and serve God through it is nothing short of amazing. Sometimes the rain fogs the view and the storm has to pass to see clearly again. I am so thankful for the storm and it’s passing and thankful for each of you on this journey with me. I promise to bring fun projects and decorating ideas to you, with a hint of Christian inspiration along the way. I just had to explain my absence a little today, I hope you understand!
I’ve shared some personal pictures of the things I’ve been up to this past month, raising baby bunnies and heading to New York with my husband for a Miranda Lambert concert followed by a blogger meeting at the Hometalk headquarters in Manhattan. I got snowed in, which is a massive change from the flip flops I’ve been sporting in Texas!
Meeting with wonderful blogging friends and the supportive team at Hometalk was a welcome drop in the perfect cleansing storm that helped get me back on track, it’s good to be surrounded by inspiring people. God’s storms are so kind and perfectly timed.
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