A storm rolled in today. It was raining and I didn't want to go to work. I wanted to sit in my chair and stare out the window into it. It made me sad to have to leave.
You'll think me crazy but sometimes I want to be in the storm. I want to stand in the rain and hear the thunder explode around me, to watch the lightning set the clouds ablaze. I want to feel the cool of the rain as it washes my skin clean from the dust of the day and to let the elements give vent to all the pent up emotions and stress that threaten to obliterate me.
Maybe it is because I feel more alive in a thunderstorm than anywhere else. I don't know why. A counselor told me once that I needed to figure out why I felt that way. Since he wouldn't tell me why he thought that, I figured it wasn't important enough for me to waste time on.
I think God likes storms, too. I see him running in the rain and laughing in the thunder. He claps his hands and lightening explodes around him. If I could, I would run with him and I'd laugh, too. Just the thought of it makes me long for it.
If I were on a ship at sea and a storm struck I don't think I would see a laughing God. I think I'd see an angry one. His face would be twisted in anger and his roar would be thunder and lightning would flash from his eyes. But maybe not. Maybe he'd be dancing on the waves.
"Thy way is in the sea, and thy path in the great waters, and thy footsteps are not known."Psalm 77:19
Life storms aren't as much fun. We don't often see good in them, much less God. There is very little light in those storms but I know he's always there, in the raging dark that surrounds me, he is there. All I have to do is reach out and catch his hand. Maybe.... maybe... if I did that... he'd clap his hands and take me dancing.
"...the Lord hath his way in the whirlwind and in the storm, and the clouds are the dust of his feet." Nahum 1:3