I am amazed at how I have survived even the toughest storms over the years. I wish I was referring to thunderstorms, because I’m not really fond of them either. But I’m referring to the storms of life.
Picture a fishing boat out in the middle of the sea when a big gust of wind rolls in and catches the hoist that holds the net and snaps it in half, causing the crew to scramble on the deck, slipping and sliding on the guts and scales of the fish that had already been processed. And then, just when they thought things were calming down, a 40 ft wave crashing on top of them sending them swimming on the boat trying to grab a hold of anything stable to keep them from being pulled overboard.
Yes, that is how my life has been – many struggles, pain, heartaches, and loneliness. Just waiting for calm waters and wondering why they don’t appear more often.
Similar to the adventures of being on the stormy seas, is riding a rollercoaster.
Especially the kind that straps you in and then turns you inside out and upside down and carries you through sharp curves, bumps, dips, twists and turns. Life can surely feel that way too.
So what do I do? I ask God Why? Why does my life have to be like this? And then He points me in someone else’s direction and I see the rollercoaster or the stormy seas they are on, and then I’m thankful for the one I have.
I don’t understand why things happen the way they do. We are not meant to know. And by the time we get to heaven to ask God, it won’t really matter anymore. So I just have to accept the storms, and ride the coasters and keep moving forward.