The winds are raging here in Colorado Springs these days. We even had gusts up to 90 mph a few nights ago. Winds can damage, and damage they did. Fences were torn apart, limbs snapped off trees, and reports of several Minis flying through the air have been made. (Alright, the cars remain, but can’t you just picture it)? Couple the daily winds with very dry weather, and you have serious pollen and dust flying through the air. These factors all add up to economy-boosting business for Kleenex and fence builders.
Natures’ winds stir things up around us, just as the winds of life quite often stir up unexpected and often challenging situations. The air around us gets filled with life-choking remnants of what was once something wonderful: dreams, marriages, friendships, jobs. Often we are left wondering if we will ever breathe easy again. Could any fresh, clean air possibly be left? The pathways are littered with the debris of our shattered scenarios; none of us have not had something that has been tossed into the rubble.
As painful and irritating as wind can be, it can also be seen as incredibly cleansing. Sometime good things get blown away, but sometimes it just plain junk that gets contributed to the path of litter; it should have been put out to the curb long ago. The same with life’s winds. We get hit with a huge windstorm, and in the aftermath, it seems that our entire life has been blown apart by the horrific winds. And quite often it has.
But as we begin to assess the damage, we realize that there are pieces of us that are still intact, things that can be restored, and that some things should just be gone with the wind, and good riddance! It can be painful to realize that we are holding onto areas of ourselves or our lives that hold us back from the glory that is waiting for us. It’s not so easy to be a Rhett and say “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.” But when we allow the wind to carry away the fallen leaves of deferred dreams, empty boxes of unfulfilled promises and hopes, the shattered wine glass of relationships, and even the house containing all we know to be ours, we make space for the Lord’s plan in our life. It will always be much better than what we can hold in our self-authored playbook for life, and it will be for his glory.
That’s a pretty tough pill to swallow. To lose what you think is important. Or safe. Or really rotten, but you are just scared to go through the storm. I love a quote from a dear friend, Pat. She says “Sometimes Jesus calms the storm raging around us, and sometimes he just calms us.” But I have no doubt, he is always there to calm, and he always knows what is best for us. He is faithfully ahead of us on the path of life, clearing our way through the rubble, before we even know there is something that blocks our way.
Like a child’s temper tantrum, life storms for a while. The wind takes away the bad (and the good sometimes), but there is such calm and peace after a crazy rage of Nature. As horrifying as the child’s storm can be, after it is over, there seems to be a shift in their spirit, often a willingness to learn a much-needed lesson. Some room has been made for growth and change. GIGO, for you older computer users, only this time it is GOGI- Garbage out, Goodness In. Or Garbage Out, God In. Making room for his mighty hand to work in our life. What a refreshing breeze that blows into my heart! I hope it does yours, too.