was evening as I climbed aboard the jumbo jet. I was tired.
It had been a hectic, emotionally stormy week. I had endured
more than the usual schedule changes, telephone calls, interruptions,
children's activities, and arguments.
I settled into my seat, relieved to see the plane was nearly empty.
Maybe I could get some much needed rest. The giant plane took off
and climbed up over the condominium complexes hugging the white
stretch of beach bordering the deep blue sea of the Atlantic Ocean.
As we passed over Fort Lauderdale, I looked down at the twinkling
lights reflected in the many canals and waterways and realized why
our city is referred to as the Venice of America. I never tire of
the beauty of South Florida.
I settled down, grateful for the quiet, Suddenly I noticed dark,
ominous clouds off the left side of the wing. Soon bolts of
lightning began to streak across the dark clouds.
I sat mesmerized by this vicious storm only a few miles away.
It was frightening, yet fascinating. It brought to mind many
of the tempests I had experienced in my life. Financial storms,
physical storms, emotional storms, relational storms, So many
different types of storms with varying degrees of intensity.
Some had been as fearful and terrifying as this large thunderhead,
others had been sudden, Some storms had resembled a weather front
that moves in and wont go away.
As I sat there contemplating the severity of the weather outside
the window, and the storm that had raged within my own life, I
suddenly saw beyond the storm.
There, along the horizon, was one of the most magnificent sunsets
I had ever been privileged to witness, Brilliant gold blending with
deep crimson fading into multiple shades of yellow, peach, apricot,
and rose. What absolute, breathtaking beauty.
I watched with wonder and awe.
From the vantage point of 42,000 feet up, I knew that at any
moment this formidable thunderstorm would probably hit our home
west of Fort Lauderdale. But I could also see beyond the storm,
and knew that in just a short space of time, those who would
be hit by the storm, would also experience incredible beauty.
I was suddenly aware of how God must look upon the storms that
hit our lives.
Often I have been in the midst of a fearful squall, and like the
disciples, cried out, " Lord don't you care? Don't you see that
I can't take any more?"
Of course He cares. In 1 Peter He reminds us that he cares for us.
That we are his personal concern. But, from his vantage point, He
also sees the glory that is to follow. His message? Don't be
discouraged in the midst of life's storms. Be assured that God
cares and that his plans for us include a future and a hope.