Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Under a Cloud

We sat, listening to the drumming of the raindrops on the roof.  After a week of rain, the ground was spongy, the sun was elusive and we were ready for a glimpse of the sky.  But still it poured.  And not the pitter patter of a springtime shower, but the thumping and thundering of a storm pent up, unleashing it's weighty burden on us. An unrelenting veil of water washed down over everything.

We laid in bed, praying for a break in the storm.  Not the deluge that gurgles through the gutters and sputters into the yard below, but a respite from this storm of our hearts.  This season of waiting out our own personal tempest has taken its toll:  sleep is elusive, tears burst forth unexpectedly and we're ready for a glimpse of a rainbow -- a reminder of God's promise that He hasn't forgotten us.

Under these clouds of doubt and worry, we weather the steady drips and drops of life.

Another bill in the mail...drip, drip.
Another trip to the grocery...drip, drop.
Another critical comment about our house on the market...drop, drip.

In spite of feeling like our prayers have gotten lost in the storm above, blown away and scattered in the wind, we are reminded again that God is good.  He will see us through this storm and His faithfulness is surer than any illusory rainbow; His reward for patience and endurance is more precious than a pot of gold.

Yesterday the rains persisted and we kept our umbrellas near at hand.  Today, however, the sun is shining and the clear sky nearly blinds our eyes.  In the same way, our storm will pass and on that day the piercing brightness of seeing God's goodness revealed will make every drip and drop worth it.  In fact, His radiance shining through our fragile gratitude will be a beauty to behold.

image courtesy of Unsplash, Creative Commons

The waters saw you, God—

    the waters saw you and reeled!
        Even the deep depths shook!
17 The clouds poured water,
    the skies cracked thunder;
        your arrows were flying all around!
18 The crash of your thunder was in the swirling storm;
    lightning lit up the whole world;
        the earth shook and quaked.
19 Your way went straight through the sea;
    your pathways went right through the mighty waters.
        But your footprints left no trace!
20 You led your people like sheep
    under the care of Moses and Aaron.

Psalm 77:16-20


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Linking up with Write at the Merge this week - 315 words inspired by the picture above, the storms in Northern Colorado and our own stormy hopes.








Linking up with Trifecta - inspired by the word:  Rainbow 

3: [from the impossibility of reaching the rainbow, at whose foot a pot of gold is said to be buried] :  an illusory goal or hope 



18 comments:

  1. Beautifully written. There is no rainbow without the rain :)

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    1. True, true...easy? No, but we keep on trusting!

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  2. Sorry to hear things have been difficult, but it's good you have your faith and your writing to sustain you. Wishing you the uplift you need!

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    1. Thank you. In truth, life is good, but it's those pesky overhanging burdens that have the tendency to dampen our hearts every now and then.

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  3. You just have to persist and the rainbow will arrive before you know it.

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    1. Thank you...trusting that rainbow is just around the next bend!

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  4. I love your perspective on this, I understand your feelings. We are praying with and for you, sister! Love you!

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    1. Thank you, Sis! Looking forward to seeing you soon ... maybe we can celebrate the storm clearing!

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  5. Love your description of the rain.

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    1. Thank you...I've had several days to study it!

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    1. Thank you...your kind words are appreciated!

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  7. You really did a lovely job articulating your faith, even through those little moments that can seem relentless and ever-happening. Nice job!

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    1. Thank you...sometimes we need to put words to those feelings that just flit here and there. There is comfort in seeing what we know in our scattered minds.

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  8. That silver lining always makes an appearance eventually. Thanks for linking up!

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  9. Oh yes. I am sitting under my own kind of cloud lately, much like yours. Yes, it's hard to listen to endless rain, always praying for a bright blue sky.

    I really liked this, enjoyed thinking of that rainbow coming out of all the rain.

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  10. I can so relate to this at the moment Morgan-this is so true!Wish those bills would turn into money-while expenses continue unabated like the ceaseless rain(its monsoon here)-we also keep hoping and taking each day as it dawns!Waiting for the rainbow-if not the pot of gold :-)

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  11. One of the hardest things to do is wait. I am so pleased you have such a strong faith to see you through this time.

    Regarding your writing, I really liked the way you moved this story. Starting with the sound of rain: "And not the pitter patter of a springtime shower, but the thumping and thundering of a storm pent up, unleashing it's weighty burden on us."

    And then moved into your personal storm, but reminded us, your readers, that eventually the sun comes back out and that faith will always lead you out of the storm.

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