It’s 3:00 a.m. as I write this.
I was awakened by the storm. The thunder is loud and relentless. I try, but cannot go back to sleep. My wife sleeps quietly beside me, despite having her arm in a sling and propped on a pillow. It looks uncomfortable, but she says it is better than the “bed chair” she has used for the past two weeks, and far better than the recliner and sofa for the two weeks before that.
I come to an awareness that God had awakened me to speak to me. Not in an audible voice or with a new revelation. His revelation to me and everyone was complete with the Scriptures. But He still impresses His truth upon me through the work of the Holy Spirit.
Tonight, He yelled through the thunder. He used it like a knock at the door of my heart and consciousness.
Once I am awake, He whispers in the steady rainfall some things He wants to impress upon my heart. Things I know. But I need reminding. This is not the first time this has happened. I recognize His presence.
When things are on my mind, lying in bed sometimes leaves me feeling helpless, almost suffocating. Getting up or even sitting up restores my bearings. Movement always helps. I sit on the side of the bed. I relax a little and lie back down. I no longer feel stressed or anxious.
In the hours well before dawn, He reminds me that life brings changes. Some of these are painful. Some are hard. Some are joyful. Some are even funny. But change will come, and we need to be prepared for it.
I think about aging and health. I am aware that for our ages, my wife and I are healthy. She’s had a few more bumps, breaks and pains than me. I don’t understand that, but I accept it. She also accepts it, gracefully and with a thankful heart. But we are able to do everything we want to do. That says a lot about how gracious God has been to us.
I remember that my oldest grandson moves into his dormitory room at college on Friday. My first reaction is to be sad. He grew up too fast. He is the one who named me “Papaw”. Then God reminds me to be joyful and thankful that he is a healthy, bright hard-working and most of all godly young man. He’ll be fine.
Then He reminds me that this is hard for his parents, especially his mom. “Pray for them,” He prompts me.
I do. I pray for my daughter, her husband and both sons. I pray for my two sons, their wives and my five remaining grandchildren.
I pray for my wife’s continuing recovery and health. I am reminded how blessed I am that God gave her to me.
I pray for a family who recently lost a loved one tragically.
I pray for another family whose name God brought to my mind. I don’t know why, but I feel led to pray for them. To me it is random. To God, there is a purpose.
I thank God for a work He is doing in my life. It’s hard. He’s called upon me to be better. I want to be, but it is hard. He will help me.
I again think of all the changes that I and others are facing. Then God reminds me that the only constant in my life is Christ. He is strong. He never changes (James 1:17). He never sleeps (Psalm 121:4).
He is there…
-in the storm
-in the rain
-in the stillness.
He is there.
Then, just to remind me, the thunder returns as if to provide an exclamation point! It’s as if God is saying, don’t forget!
He is there. Always. He is trustworthy. Always. He loves me. He loves my family. He loves you. Always.
I’m thankful that I am His.