The Morning After Rain

A few days ago, while I was at camp, it rained all day and all night. Heavily. That night I climbed out of bed and pulled sweat pants and socks and a sweater over my pajamas. I put my hood up and snuggled down in my blanket. It was freezing. It took me hours to go to sleep and when I eventually did fall asleep it was in a weird curled-up position. I had creepy dreams and kept jerking awake every time the wind blew against the building.

I woke up early and in a bad mood.

I forced myself to get up, get dressed, and dragged myself to the nearest cup of coffee. After about an hour of seeing only the bottom of my coffee cup and letting the voices of the campers swirl around me I finally woke up. I looked out the window.

It was a beautiful morning.

The sun through the clouds was magnificent, the light was almost blinding, and the dew on the grass glistened. I had walked through this brilliance to breakfast without even seeing it – in fact all I could see was my lack of sleep, my wet flip-flops, and my humidity-induced poufy hair – I hadn’t even lifted up my head to look at the sky.

Every night is like that rainy night, and every day is like that morning afterwards for the Christian. We are still sinners, and so we still have those cold nights of temptation, sin, and confusion, and we have many mornings when we are stuck looking at our guilt, fear, and the results of what we’ve done. Yet all the while the light of God’s grace and redemption shines through the clouds – we need only look up and see it. Sometimes the sun of grace shines on our faces for hours, days even, before we realize that it is there. Thanks be to God that He will not leave us looking at our wet feet and poufy hair, but that He raises our faces to see the beauty of His creation and the redemption He brings with each new morning.

“Then shall your light break forth like the dawn, and your healing shall spring up speedily; your righteousness shall go before you; the glory of the LORD shall be your rear guard.” – Isaiah 58:8

Storms and Stillness

Sometimes life swirls around me like a storm. Sometimes it slows down and stands almost still. At the times when it spins around I can’t grasp hold of anything to say. At this times it slows down I become complacent and don’t say anything at all. Mostly, however, the problem is that I can’t decide on what would be worth saying. I mean, I can’t just speak for the sake of speaking, can I?

So. I intend to write about the things that are always worth thinking about – truth, grace, beauty, love, art, music, religion, and anything else that uplifts and enriches life. In this way I hope to find the purpose in the storms of life, and the movement in the stillness.

And in it all may His Grace be preeminent.