Whenever a lot of Christians see the word storm, they think of the song "Praise You in This Storm". Good song. Way overused when giving people advice. So now we will no longer talk about that song. The end.
OKay just kidding, so thunderstorms. I love them. I used to be terrified but now I just love them. I love listening to the wind and the rain and having my skin jumping away frommy bones when the thunder gets close. I love when lightning cuts the sky and makes everything bright for one brief moment. I feel like God is so powerful and so present and people aren't listening, so He has to make a storm to make us notice Him.
Last night was a bad night for me. I have been back in touch with God for about a week now, but last night things just got out of hand with my life. I learned that someone was lying to me about something, lying to me about being my friend. Or even wanting to be my friend. It hurt a lot. It's like, what have I done, and then you switch to, why lie about it? If you don't want to be friends just say it? Note that this is a high school girl and to any high school girls who read this, if you are offended I am sorry. But the thing with college, at least my college experience, is that people are not fake to your face. They don't have time, it takes too much effort and no one really wants to play high school games anymore. This is why I have a hard time maintaining my friend ships with those who are in high school. I take that back. Not the ones who are in high school, just the ones who makes you realize it constantly. I have friends who are i nhigh school that I forget we are not the same age. I have friends older than me who insist on acting like high schoolers. And it always consists of lying. If you know me in person (and I hope you do!) you know that the one and only thing I cannot tolerate is lying. It hurts worse than anything else, it's the only way to lose someone's trust and it sucks and stresses you out to not be able to trust someone, which is what has happened with this girl pretending to be my friend for this period of time.
In the end, it was a very bad night, because one all of this hurt me and two I was angry at myself for being into high school girls games. And I couldn't get in touch with anyone. I knew it was a bad diea to be alone with my thoughts, so I called everyone I could. However, no one was there. And then the wind picked up. And things started blowing around. It started to drizzle. I called a friend (the eigth or so person I tried reaching)and poured everything out and as I did this the rain began to pour, lightning and thunder started. It got louder and more powerful with every minute we were on the phone. Eventually I got off the phone and took some time with God and when I did, the storm died down. God was calling my attention. He was calling me saying I love you, don't worry about what other people think. That's what my friend was saying too, but, it didn't hit me until the storm.
As much as we hate to hear it, we are fickle, unpredictable, unworthy people. We say forever to our friends and our loved ones, but we give in to human desires and hurt one another. What we call love isn't even comparable to what God shows us. And He sent down a storm to remind me of that. God can always be trusted. He is the only thing that can always be trusted. We can trust each other with a feeble, hopeful trust. We know that others will betray us but we stay with them anyways because God has told us to love and forgive. But God ultimately tells us to stay with Him because His love does not fade and He will always be trustworthy. The storms of your life will pass and go, they don't last. But God always lasts. And when I see a thunderstorm, goosebumps pop up on my arms, because I know God is looking at me and thinking I LOVE YOU CHALLYN. Please don't be afraid. I've got it taken care of. It's like He is saying it just to me.
I don't usually post questions or ask for comments, but this time I am. How does God send that message to you?
Sunday, June 14, 2009
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