It’s dusk. The rain outside continues to pour relentlessly. He’s sought shelter in a nearby mall. The tropical rain thunders on. He stares at his phone in quiet meditation. He knows what’s coming. He knows how he’ll react. That’s the worst part of it all. He knows.
He’s done his best to prepare for the moment. But he’s not sure if he’s ready for what will follow afterwards.
Is he ready for the tumultuous change that’s about to come? Is he ready to battle the storm of disappointment? Is he ready to fight seethingly to preserve a heart that is still prepared to give to the world? Still give unconditionally? Still give with love?
“It has to be done,” he reassures himself. “God give me strength.”
Transition. Many have been down this road before. It’s not your cup of tea. You’ll fight hard. You’ll resist.
It’s not a road we are naturally willling to take, or continue taking in the long run. It changes an individual’s world view. His/her character may follow suit. Sometimes not in the best possible way. It may catch us unprepared: psychologically and, consequently, emotionally. It mostly happens during the seasons of life that I refer to as “beginnings” and “endings”. It could be the loss of a loved one, the start and end of a relationship, the start of a new career, beiginning to live in a foreign land…
It did with Jonah in the boat. Imagine coming from a peaceful night’s rest to a forced swimming lesson in the middle of nowhere. This is followed by three days in a fish’s belly.
Yet his prayer I’d like to share. Perhaps it will resonate with your heart to see God at the end of the storm. You have confronted your fears and you’re wondering what next. Here’s the Word for you today:
Jonah 2:1-9 (NIV)
From inside the fish Jonah prayed to the Lord his God. 2 He said:
“In my distress I called to the Lord,
and he answered me.
From deep in the realm of the dead I called for help,
and you listened to my cry.
3 You hurled me into the depths,
into the very heart of the seas,
and the currents swirled about me;
all your waves and breakers
swept over me.
4 I said, ‘I have been banished
from your sight;
yet I will look again
toward your holy temple.’
5 The engulfing waters threatened me,
the deep surrounded me;
seaweed was wrapped around my head.
6 To the roots of the mountains I sank down;
the earth beneath barred me in forever.
But you, Lord my God,
brought my life up from the pit.
7 “When my life was ebbing away,
I remembered you, Lord,
and my prayer rose to you,
to your holy temple.
8 “Those who cling to worthless idols
turn away from God’s love for them.
9 But I, with shouts of grateful praise,
will sacrifice to you.
What I have vowed I will make good.
I will say, ‘Salvation comes from the Lord.’ ”
Friends may God teach us the true essence of praising Him in every storm. May He teach us to see His every loving, ever guiding, ever saving hand.
May we learn to trust. Trust Him…