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Rain God Holding Us In Our Storm
Brandon Gross

Brandon Gross

Rain

So we had a huge thunderstorm a few nights ago. I would have to say thunderstorms are one of my favorite things. I could sit and watch a thunderstorm for hours. The sound of rain falling on the roof, the claps of thunder that can be heard for miles, the flashes of lightning that design the night sky,the woosh of Little Kitty running through the dark room…

I love it all.  Its just something I don’t get tired of. Ok… maybe I don’t like Little Kitty to be scared all the time but it is funny when she gets spooked:)

Thunderstorms calm me… they also make me remember. They didn’t always, but now they do…

I was golfing with my Dad a few months back. We usually go golfing every Saturday as our father son hangout time. Saturdays are really one of my favorite days of the week because of this. Well, we were having a great time and just talking away when Dad told me a story about me as a baby that I never knew.

He went on to tell me that when I was just a few years old I used to be scared to death of thunderstorms. Every time one came I would cry and cry because I was so afraid. Well, one day a thunderstorm came, and me being the first child (aka test kid) Dad said he decided he was going to help me get over my fear of thunderstorms.

Much against my Moms liking Dad picked me up, held me close to him, and he walked me outside in the front yard in the middle of this massive thunderstorm. He said I cried and cried… but then after about thirty minutes I stopped crying. The thunder didn’t scare me like it did, and the rain wasn’t as frightening as I once thought. We just stood there, soaked… and I can only imagine what a moment like this brings to a father as he stands in the rain holding his son.We would see a drenched, soaking wet, father holding his drenched, soaking wet son in the middle of his storm.

Dad went on to tell me that I never once was afraid of thunderstorms after that. This story just floored me… I just couldn’t believe it, I love thunderstorms, it’s just hard to imagine not liking them. I’ve learned so much about God just from watching the rain and listening. Thunderstorms are special to me and are even more now.

This story taught me about God and His love for us. Sometimes in our lives we are hammered by storms that make us just want to curl up in a corner and pray it doesn’t last. All we feel we can do is cry and hope it just doesn’t get too bad. Many times it can even feel like God himself is not there with us… and we start to ask why?

Why God did you let this happen? Why God did I have to go through this? Where were you when I needed you most? Why?

Many times I think if we were able to peek around the fence of this world we would see that in the middle of our scariest times… in the middle of the claps of thunder that shake us… in the middle of the lighting that flashes across the skies of our memories… in the middle of our cries… we would see a drenched, soaking wet, father holding his drenched, soaking wet son in the middle of his storm.

We would see a father who see’s the fear that grips his son and loves him too much to let him remain that way… a father that loves him so much, that he walks through his sons storms… with him… and sometimes carrying him.

So, when you are afraid… remember…

May you see that you have never been alone but God has been there all along… and may you see the storms in the painting of your life in a new light… and know that there is nothing to fear.

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