The Storms of Life
©2016 Peggy Clark
With each grasp her fingers slid downward, backward, away from her goal. Every part of her body ached, resisting the desire inside her to continue forward. Gasping for her next breath, her body heaved with every ounce of strength she had left.
Warmth spread over her body, teasing her to give way to its unceasing pull. Again and again its tongue surrounded her, tugged at her, wooed her back into its grasp.
It did not want to let go.
Suddenly, with strength from some source beyond her own, she reached forward one last time before collapsing on the shore.
Foamy water continued to nudge her body, gently lifting and then leaving her behind as it gathered itself once again to make its attempts at retrieving her.
She was alone on the deserted shore. She and this substance that had carried her for days and now refused to let her go.
Morning came. Sunlight shone down on her sand crusted body, warming her with its intensity as if to say, “Arise my child! Arise!”
But her body did not want to arise. Every bone cried out to be left alone. She could hear the sound of the waves crashing behind her, roaring out their call for her return.
She had made it! She was alive! She had found somewhere, but where was she? At this point, she didn’t care. All she knew was that she was alive and that her body was lying on solid ground. Relieved, she closed her eyes, exhausted.
Many of us have experienced the joys of walking on the earth, alive and well, when suddenly a storm blew into our lives.
That storm, with all its intensity, found us struggling to catch our breath. It may have been the death of a spouse or the departure of a loved one or a turn of events at our workplace.
Whatever the cause of the storm, we were left paralyzed with fear and anxiety about what the future held for us.
Overwhelmed by the turbulent forces of our situation, we felt pounded by the everyday events that were well beyond our control. The reservoir of our faith soon ran thin. We quickly depleted all the strength of our own resources.
We felt alone on a deserted shore.
Somehow we made it through, though exhausted. That’s when we felt the earth beneath us again.
Looking back at the onslaught we encountered, we are left wondering how we ever made it through alive.
We may ask why the journey of life had to take us down this particular path, why we were left alone to struggle through the deep waters of each wave as it overcame us, and why it took us so long to get to a place of safety and respite.
However, at the end of the storm, we knew we were still alive. And at that single moment, that was all that mattered.
When the waves of death compassed me, the floods of ungodly men made me afraid; The sorrows of hell compassed me about; the snares of death prevented me; In my distress I called upon the LORD, and cried to my God. 2 Samuel 22:5-7a
To be continued.
©2016 Peggy Clark