Love does not choose the “Oy” way through the storms of life

by Craig on June 5, 2012

And so…recently there was that huge and costly hailstorm…

See that big one at the bottom of the picture - they were ALL that big (softball sized) UNTIL they hit something harder - when they hit the softer stuff they just broke it or went THROUGH it. Oy!

Then there were some uber, crazy heavy temptations.

Oy! ¯\(°_o)/¯

I reacted the wrong way to the trials…
and mostly the right way…
and a few ways in between.

And I’ve been thinking of the best ways to react in the storms of life.

And before I finish this series I need to review…because I forget too, too easily.

It started with this post: the rainbow, the cloud, and the eagle…

God’s promise…and love…and a hint about the best way to face the storms of life.

God’s promise…and love…and a hint about the best way to face the storms of life.

I started reading there and it took about 20 minutes to get caught up…good reminders for me.

The last post was about building a shelter door.

And the last bit about the shelter door…
is facing it in the right direction…
at least 90 degrees from the direction of the storm.

So we know and feel the storms of life…
but we face AWAY from them for help.

I’ve built some outstanding doors…
and then messed it all up…
by facing them in the wrong direction.

For instance, turning to friends is good…
but people are imperfect and inconstant.

And then there are the wrong kind of people.

And although I’ve never done it…
I understand the allure of alcohol or drugs.

There’s only one perfect direction to face in the storms of life.

God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. (PS 46:1)

And I’ve found, and need to remember…
the closer I am to Our Lord, the more protection I get…
and the more likely I am to grab and hold the solutions and peace He offers.

My problem has been that I’ve always faced my door in three directions.

Sometimes I face into the trial and get all “woe is me-ish”.
Or, sometimes (rarely) I turn in the “oy” direction ¯\(°_o)/¯
or (mostly)
I turn in the much better direction of God.
But I have hardly ever turned in the direction of Christian friends.

I’m getting better at that.

One best direction…
Some good directions…
too many “oy” directions.

Whatever your storm is, one thing is certain.

It. Will. Pass.

Every storm of life ends...but...source

But when it does get better…don’t get too cozy…
because to live in this world…
is to be a storm magnet.

Some of us are just more magnet-y than others. (oy)

Love knows of the storms of life.

I know of them too.

I (we) just have to remember how love responds when the tempest inevitably arrives.

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Tracie June 5, 2012 at 9:08 pm

I love it when I stop by here and you have written a post for me. Not that you actually write for me, personally, but sometimes you might as well be, because the words fit where my life is perfectly.

I’m feeling a lot magnet-y lately (seriously, for the last five years), but I’m putting some real thought into where my door is facing now.

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Craig June 6, 2012 at 5:58 pm

That’s a long time to be a magnet-y Tracie. I know of being magnetic.¯\(°_o)/¯ not a big fan of magnetic. And I’m thinking today about the direction of my door as well – there is a reason for placing it away from the storm, and way from things that could harm our relationship with our Lord – it’s all about choices – so much of the destination is about choices. Thank you Tracie. God bless and keep you.

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Dawn B June 5, 2012 at 9:16 pm

“Some of us are just more magnet-y than others.” This is why I come to deep into love–for the deep stuff and…I might add, for a little feng shui. My best door direction is west, whichever way that is. Interestingly, the main door to my house faces west. I don’t think you meant that, Craig, but sometimes girls just wanna have fun!

Waving as I go by,
Dawn

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Craig June 6, 2012 at 5:59 pm

Happy “Feng Shui” day Dawn. :) Waving back. God bless.

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Katie June 5, 2012 at 10:39 pm

Oh I have faced my door in the wrong way in so many storms of life. I think storms are drawn to me. Hiding from everyone including and especially God. Trusting the wrong person who deeply betrayed my heart. Depended upon myself. Turned to my addiction… codependency… trying to control everyone and thing.

Facing the door in the right direction ——> to God, during the storm. I think for the first time in my life in facing the pain and dealing with it as it has happened, has forced me to depend upon God in ways I have never ever done. I am feeling my feelings and not hiding. I am trusting in God. I am admitting that I have NO power or control. I know God in ways I would never have known him without this recent round of storms. :) I think I am repeating myself. :)

I am also trusting my husband and trusted friends with myself and my heart and all the fears, doubts, anger, questions……. and they have loved me through all of it. They have shown me love — grace — forgiveness—- trust — hope. They have been God’s love with skin on when I have needed a physical hug in person to help me.

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Craig June 6, 2012 at 6:04 pm

First, I’m really happy that you have good support for your shelter – and the most excellent support beam – and your door faced in the right direction – I know I’ve faced min in the wrong direction to – ALL TOO OFTEN. God bless you and your little survival shelter – and I hope that you’re less magnetic soon.

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A. June 6, 2012 at 10:37 pm

Craig, I am thinking about all this. What may be a storm to one may not be a storm to another at all. Does that mean the storms are within me? That is, the more I am healed and made whole, the fewer storms I will experience? The more I grow in my faith and my ability to rest in and trust Christ, the less I will ‘experience’ storms? I am thinking so. That means my storm quotient is directly proportional to my spiritual condition. The severity of the storms is likewise directly proportional to my spiritual condition.

That is not meant as a slam on those who feel overwhelmed by the storms in their lives. That is meant as hope that storms can feel and truly be less and less ‘stormy’ as we grow….as God grows us. The hard part to me is that we don’t seem to get to grow ‘storm-free’ overnight or instantly. It is a process of some varying duration. As for me, I know I have not yet outgrown my umbrella nor my storm shelter.

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A. June 6, 2012 at 10:38 pm

And while I am at it…thank you, Craig, for being a safe place for the storm-weary to find refuge and survival insight!

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Carrie June 7, 2012 at 9:07 pm

Only by God’s mercy did I not enter the door to drugs and alcohol, and many times in my past it was open and tempting me. I’m still in awe of His love for not allowing me to fall for the temptation. And recently I wonder if I create the storm myself? I have a deep inner storm and it threatens often now. But why do I allow it? Thanks, Craig for giving me pause to reflect. Yes, it’ll be okay.

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Caddo Veil June 8, 2012 at 12:23 am

Hey Craig–yesterday I had just the briefest, relatively tiniest storm–I did not handle it well, and really beat myself up about it (which I’d love to see you address here–or if I’ve overlooked it, maybe you could point me to it). I know God has already said, “it’s okay”–but gosh darn it, I’d so like to be farther along, better at this stuff. Maybe it was the enemy saying, “if you can’t manage this small, inconsequential thing–what will you do in a REAL storm?”

I also love your “more magnet-y”!! I don’t think that applies to me, really–it’s just my reactions that are ridiculously too-much. Thanks for your blog, brother–I appreciate you! God bless you–sis Caddo

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