Tonight, after putting the kids to bed, my momma and I headed outside on my back porch as the storm rolled in. The sky threatening, the wind chilling.
I looked up at the dark sky and wondered what Jesus felt as he was up on that cross and the darkest of skies shadowed over him.
I’m so thankful for his sacrifice for by it, all things can and will be made new.
And because the darkest of skies and most evil of crimes were given to my sweet savior, a storm that eventually blew over, our storms can and will, too.
When Zeke is made new and Jesus gets victory yet once again, I fear one thing…to loose this sense of awe, wonder and understanding how I can call my God ‘good’ through all of this.
I fear loosing this ongoing conversation I have with him where there is no guilt when I leave the convo and come back only for a quick, desperate plea of help to get me through another hour of a rough day.
To loose the vision I have, as I pray where God and I are in focus and the world around me is blurry and isn’t capable to bring me pain or joy because it’s just me and my heavenly Father.
This life once so cozy is now a place I see my true calling. In all I do, strive to love with the great love of Jesus. To invite the world into mine so they, too can see there is hope in a broken world. It doesn’t stay this way in the end and we can usher God’s kingdom in our lives right here, right now.
It was dark and scary but, in the end, we were safe and “the storm blew over”.