They call it 'Stormy Monday,' but Tuesday's just as bad.
(And so are the other days of the week). Yes, it's the lyrics to a song, but this is life for many of us.
The storm can start any day of the week, and it usually does. No one and no place is exempt.
A friend recently sent a message to me, stating that she had been so bogged down with issues going on in her life - personally, professionally and mentally. It sounded like she thought she was a rarity, or maybe alone.
Who doesn't have raging storms? We are all either in a storm, going into a storm, or coming out of a storm. Most of us would rather be in the latter.
We would rather our storms be buffered by just opening our little portable umbrella. A passing thunderstorm sounds like just about what we think we can handle.
What we encounter, most times, is a torrential downpour or a monsoon, with gale force winds. These type of storms can rip that little umbrella right out of your hands.
We try to ride out the storm, with hopes that it will pass, and we can peek out to see if we are still on solid grounding. As we lift our eyes to the sky, there may be the hope that we will see the reassuring rainbow, which indicates God's promise not to flood the earth again. (Genesis 9:12-17).
And then there are times when we wish God would send an emergency response team to just come and save us.
These storms are said to bring us closer to God. We plead that surely there is another way.
And, so the song continues, 'Sunday I'll go to church, and I fall on my knees and pray.'
Storms are raging. Why wait 'til Sunday?
Now might be a good time to just fall on your knees and pray.
Then they cried out to the Lord in their trouble, and he brought them out of their distress. He stilled the storm to a whisper; the waves of the sea were hushed. They were glad when it grew calm, and he guided them to their desired haven. Let them give thanks to the Lord for his unfailing love and his wonderful deeds for mankind.