At 2am, I woke up to the sound of thunder. I could see flashes of lightning and the house was swaying. That’s the thing about ocean front homes. This one is on stilts high above the dunes, but the slightest bit of wind results in a rocking motion. I actually like that motion and find it quite soothing. The motion quickly rocked me back to sleep. At 5:30am, the rain was pounding on the side of the house at an angle so the water was actually seeping under the front door. It was obvious that our first morning at the beach would likely be spent indoors.
During the next hour, the complaints were mounting at a rapid pace.
“This coffee pot is too slow.”
…and we try to keep the noise down until everyone wakes up…
“Mom, I don’t want to read.”
“Uggh, the forecast says rain all week”
I start praying for peace, patience, an attitude of gratitude, a gentle response to complaints, and I pray for each person in the house by name and ask for God’s hand according to each need.
…and the rain keeps falling…
“I want to go outside”
I try to remember that they are just excited…
Every time I pray for patience, I can expect to be challenged even more vigorously. I asked for it. And it’s only 7:30am.
Philippians 2:14-15 NIV
Do everything without grumbling or arguing, so that you may become blameless and pure, “children of God without fault in a warped and crooked generation.” Then you will shine among them like stars in the sky
After a break in the clouds, my hubby takes them out to splash…even if only for a moment. Hubby came back in with a story and said “I’ve got a blog for you.”
The storm had washed in an a boat load of shells last night. He said that our 4 year old daughter walked toward the surf and caught sight of the shells. She stopped and shouted out with great excitement, “Oh Daddy! There are so many shells…they’re beeeeeautiful!”. My husband said he looked down at the very same shells, amazed. What he saw were broken pieces of shells on the beach; fractured, sharp, flawed pieces of shell. Maybe they used to be whole and beautiful, but the beauty among this tangled mess of shells wasn’t easy to see at first glance.
Ahhh…God’s perspective through the eyes of a child. I am sure that is how we look to Him. Shells created to be beautiful, laced with color and texture. Over time…worn smooth in the powerful ocean. We all fall short. Especially on rainy mornings. While broken and shattered by passing storms, we are still seen as beautiful by our Creator.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
2 Corinthians 4:16-18
Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. 17 For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. 18 So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.