Sometime early this morning I awoke to the sound of rain drops pelting the bedroom window... It was like tiny rocks being thrown against the window pane. Although at first I was startled, once I realized what it was I lay there in the comfort of my bed just listening. The low roll of thunder could be heard in the distance as well. I had no problem returning to my slumber as the steady hit of rain drops played what seemed to be a lullaby.
I recall the song from my childhood by Eddie Rabbit, "I love a rainy night. I love a rainy night. I love to hear the thunder; watch the lighting as it lights-up-the-sky. You know it makes me feel good." Wow... I meant to only put the title, but I got lost in the moment! At least you didn't have to hear me singing, snapping my fingers and bobbing my head. Inevitably the DJ would play that song anytime it rained.
I have a lot of wonderful childhood memories involving storms... thunder storms, snow storms, rain showers. Even the ones that seemed scary at the time are now looked upon with a certain nostalgia.
I realize that other storms of life are not looked upon with fond memories. Very often emotional storms carry right over into adulthood... storms that never seem to cease, brought about by experiences one could only hope had never happened. Some have experienced horrendous crimes against them as children. But for most the storms they may continue to weather started much more subtle and came in the form of angry words, lack of affection, and other emotional whirlwinds.
My devotional this morning dealt with giving children a firm foundation of God's love and the salvation of Christ. Modeling this before them is essential. By doing so the memories of storms will be more of how to weather them by God's mighty hand. After all, Jesus is the one who "rebuked the winds and the waves" (Matthew 8:26) and He brings calmness into people's lives. Jesus is the calm in the midst of the storm.
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