As I lay my weary head directly upon the mattress, switching sides as though I was a flapjack, rest seemed untouchable. Landing on my back with eyes wide, the room filled with three, yes three, flashes. The third strike from heaven’s army … if lightening could hang, that’s what it did, filling the entire tiny beach-themed bedroom with an indescribable brightness.
While Jason slept, I witnessed the majesty of the Lord.
A low-grade, burly rumble followed the amazing light show.
Overwhelmed and fear-full, the kind of fear that leads to wisdom, I was so still and simply listened.
Thunder pounced on my chest.
Heaven’s percussion resounded in the empty, hidden places in my soul.
When the One who doesn’t sleep beckons.
I am listening, Lord.
Nothing. No more storm. No small or big whisper from God.
Have you ever been so certain God is near, that He will give you a sign, a message?
The Pharisees and Sadducees came to Jesus and tested Him by asking Him to show them a sign from heaven (Matthew 16:1).
I have learned certainty leads to dangerous, sinful ground in the Kingdom of God.
He replied, “When evening comes, you say, ‘It will be fair weather, for the sky is red,’ and in the morning, ‘Today it will be stormy, for the sky is red and overcast.’ You know how to interpret the appearance of the sky, but you cannot interpret the signs of the times …” (Matthew 16:2-3).
Echoing on the tablet of my heart are Jesus’s words,
“… A wicked and adulterous generation looks for a sign, but none will be given if except the sign of Jonah.” Jesus then left them and went away (Matthew 16:4).
For I do not want my Lord to go away from me.
God is the storm. He is not separate from it. He creates it, sends the wind, rolls the thunder, and opens heaven’s floodgates to release water to the earth below.
Perhaps, I was expecting a personal message from Him when all He wanted of me was to witness.
If that is so, how dare I undervalue witness of His power.
We are witnesses.
After Ananias met Saul, obeying the Lord to use His power to return Saul’s sight:
And he (Ananias) said, “The God of our fathers appointed you to know His will, to see the Righteous One and to hear a voice from His mouth, for you will be a witness for Him to everyone of what you have seen and heard” (Acts 22:14-15).
Let us remember our call to bear honor to His name, His grace, His love and His power.
In His grace, He gave me these words of Hope to share with you:
The storm had passed through (again). Out on the porch, it smelled like the whole beach washed up … sea-salt stench of marine animals, strangled, mangled in the waves. Hope glided, advanced across the sky. Black clouds- once a threat- lightened to gray. Ever moving, ever-penetrating is His light, birthing fresh moments, new life. Rhythmic tweets, happy well-fed trees, a vivid gleam. The storm’s weeping turned to joy seen in the baby blue sky anew.
Jason and I got rained out of a walk twice in the same day on this trip.
In surrender, we sat on the porch and storm-watched:
While the boys relaxed and T.V-watched:
A beach in the storms vacation. One of practicing patience. One of expectant prayer.
I will be back tomorrow with Part 2.
May God Almighty meet you in those empty, hidden places.
May He make His presence known to you as you go out into the world and be His witness.
Thank you to all new followers here and all continued followers. I pray you find hope and blessing. Sometimes, challenge and conviction, too.
Feel free to share your thoughts here or privately by email at email@example.com.
All photos in this post are mine.
Love in Christ,