{"id":35419,"date":"2018-07-15T04:33:17","date_gmt":"2018-07-15T04:33:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/karyncanteesstagg.com\/?p=35419"},"modified":"2023-09-04T17:21:00","modified_gmt":"2023-09-04T17:21:00","slug":"facing-the-storm","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/karyncanteesstagg.com\/2018\/07\/15\/facing-the-storm\/","title":{"rendered":"Facing the Storm . . ."},"content":{"rendered":"
A few weeks ago, I was on the beach scanning the wide expanse of the ocean. <\/a>This enormous body of water, the very first thing on planet Earth, fascinates me. In Genesis we read, \u201cThe earth was without form and void and darkness was on the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God was hovering over the face of the waters.\u201d<\/p>\n We needn\u2019t imagine how God parted that first great, dark sea because the Bible tells us. \u201cThen God said, \u2018Let there be a firmament in the midst of the waters, and let it divide the waters from the waters.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n Such awesome power. In some ways it makes me feel small, but in many more ways I am elated that I have the enormous privilege of knowing our incredible Creator, this heavenly Megastar, my Lord and my Savior.<\/p>\n My husband Alan was with me on the beach that Friday. It was afternoon and we\u2019d just settled under a beach umbrella. As I looked across the shimmering water, I was thinking about someone dear to me, someone very ill I\u2019ll call Heather. Suddenly the wind kicked up and my visor flew from my head. People started moving off the beach obviously more attuned to what was happening than we were. No more than fifteen minutes ago, as we\u2019d set up, conditions looked perfect. Now, as the blustering persisted, clouds moved in and the attendant at the Tiki hut skittered up and down the beach collecting umbrellas. Alan and I ran for the hotel.<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n In our room we watched as the squall and the waves thundered. Wind whipping the sand so fiercely it became a part of the air. Breakers crashing against what, a few minutes ago, was a peaceful shore. That came on fast!<\/em><\/p>\n I thought about another sea. The Sea of Galilee. How Jesus’ disciples, when a storm arose, believed all was lost and jarred Jesus awake in a panic. \u201cHow many miracles must you see to believe?\u201d Jesus must\u2019ve thought. But all He said was, \u201cYou of little faith, why are you so afraid?\u201d Then He rebuked the winds and the waves and all was calm again.<\/p>\n That sweet calm. Sometimes I get addicted to it.<\/em><\/p>\n I had been thinking about writing Heather a letter as I rested under that beach umbrella, praying God to give me something worth sharing. Now, back in the room, watching the storm through our window, I noticed a sea gull trying to make its way up the beach flying into the fierce wind. He was flapping in place, uselessly it seemed, yet he wasn\u2019t deterred. Minutes passed and I wondered how he held on for so long, as I cheered him on. Birds have weather skills allowing them to detect coming storms and prepare for adversity. I was pretty sure this little guy knew more about what he was dealing with than me. Suddenly, he fell a couple of feet. I didn\u2019t realize what had happened at first, but finally I saw him, still flapping, just at a lower level. He seemed to be navigating better. And, then, finally, slowly, he fluttered away.<\/p>\n Hmmm. I thought about how Heather, and most of us, feel like that gull at times, fighting what seems like insurmountable odds, flapping against the storm. Sometimes we want to jar Jesus awake. \u201cJesus! Help me, please. I\u2019m in the middle of a storm down here!\u201d<\/p>\n Yet, we are reminded that God is with us, rebuking the wind and waves, never giving us more than we can handle, though it is difficult to understand at times. Especially as the day gets stormier and darker.<\/p>\n Yet, I\u2019ve come to not only accept the dark, but to embrace it. I agonize sometimes, but still . . . Even the part where I cry for days because of an injustice. Or when I say mindless things and people won\u2019t forgive me. Or when pain is horrific or loved ones have died. And even when the fragility of aging alarms me in front of my mirror. Because in the dark is where I know I\u2019ll find the light.\u00a0In the dark is where I learn who Jesus is and how to emulate Him. In the dark is where both my pain and my humiliation bind me to Christ. In the dark is where salty tears bring me closer to becoming the earthy salt Jesus spoke of. In the dark my Creator shines brightest.<\/p>\n Searching about in the dark for a light has scarred and dented me, so that now I can see others\u2019 scars and dents, and it has changed who I am forever. I can\u2019t \u00a0change myself, but in the dark, I find empathy, forgiveness, hope, and purpose. In the dark, I find my dim path. And I remind myself: In the dark, I shine brighter and am more like my Creator.<\/em><\/p>\n Even a dark shadow needs a light to exist.<\/p>\n Stormy, dark days find us all. Consider the day our Lord hung on the cross, seemingly at His most infirm, when all seemed lost. It happened so quickly.<\/p>\n