I love when it rains. I love the sound it makes as it pitter-patters on my window, I love the smell of the crisp, damp air, and of course I love any excuse to hibernate inside my cozy house for the day. Rain is important and has value. Rain serves a great purpose.
I’ve been hit with endless amounts of rain lately – the metaphorical kind anyway. The only kind of rain I don’t like. The kind of storm that hits with little to no warning; the kind that has the ability to change our entire lives in the blink of an eye. The rain that seems to pour over us endlessly in a way that knocks us down to the ground.
Our lives on earth are full of storms, grief, and hardships. I’ve learned that those things are endless, painful, and come without warning. It’s been about a month since my brother passed away and my “rainy” days are full of ups and downs. They say that grief comes in waves of emotions. What a true statement that is. Some days I keep going normally, focusing on my children, my husband, and my every day routine. Other days a memory will hit me like a ton of bricks, and suddenly I’m sobbing on the kitchen floor.
Grief is not a fun thing to go through, but it can serve a purpose. The rain does eventually stop, the storm will someday pass, and the pain will one day turn to gratitude. I’m grateful for the time I had with my big brother, I’m grateful for every day that I wake up with breath in my lungs, and I’m very grateful for the family and friends I have left to cherish with a brand new beautiful appreciation. I will never be grateful for the pain or the loss of my beloved brother, but I have learned to look for the gratitude in my life – no matter what.
God has promised to use our difficulties for good somewhere else. The Bible tells us that fact many times. “And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.” (Romans 8:28, ESV) Death is an unfortunate part of this life, but if we have faith and if we put our trust in God, that fact doesn’t have to scare us. We can look forward to Heaven one day where we can reunite with our loved ones who have passed.
I will always miss my brother, but his memory will be a part of my soul forever.
Just like the actual rain serves a beautiful purpose for our earth, our painful circumstances can serve an important purpose for our faith. Eventually the rain will subside, and my heart will start to heal. When it does I’m confident of two very important things. One: my faith will grow stronger every single day that I suffer, and two: God will be with me through it all.
God has never left me, and will never leave my side. So until the rain stops, I will learn to make the most of the puddles. I will vow to trust in God through each and every stormy day. I will wait patiently for that rainbow on the other side. I vow to let the storms strengthen me and to be grateful for the days ahead – no matter what the forecast says.