Have you ever had one of those defining moments? An epiphany of sorts, a sudden and intuitive realization.
One that was undeniable, even undesirable and yet you knew something had changed..
There was no warning. No forethought of the dark clouds. No anticipation of any change in temperature. Just one of those storms that rumbles in and astounds you with it’s ferocity. You find yourself in the aftermath of broken branches and overturned flower pots – wondering what happened? Where did all that come from?
Storms are not fun, they wreak havoc in our lives while they are moving through. They can cause panic, anxiety, even physical pain. Storms are no picnic. But storms do clear out the cobwebs, dust off the dirt and leave us with a sense newness that we get to re-group, re-think and possibly re-do in preparation for the next one.
James 1:2 Count it all joy, my brothers, [2] when you meet trials of various kinds, 3 for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. 4 And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing……12 Blessed is the man who remains steadfast under trial, for when he has stood the test he will receive the crown of life, which God has promised to those who love him.
Today I look behind me at the storm that has already passed, and the piles of brokenness left behind. Piles of emotions that just sit there, waiting on the spiritual cleansing that only God can give. Not understanding why some storms carry considerable debris within them and why so much is left behind rather than being washed away clean.
Then there it is.
That wonderful smell. The aroma of protection, the scent of relief. The wonderful smell of clean air and rain, wet grass, wet pavement, wet dirt and maybe even a wet cat. (Okay, maybe not the cat.)
But you can’t deny there is definitely a smell when the rains are gone and the coolness of the water drips from every leaf. There is a cleanness that wasn’t there before the storm. There is a freshness that has been uncovered.
Derek has been heard to say on many occasions, “I’ve not heard of anyone receiving Christ right after winning the lottery.”
Nope, we are drawn to God in the midst of our thunderstorms. During those spiritual flashes that remind us of the Gospel and bring us back to the Truth. The storms that bring us to our knees in confession, repentance, adoration and selflessness.
This first storm of the spiritual battle has come and gone. I am stronger for it and I’m healthier because of it. I get it now. The storms are for my benefit. They are actually a grace shown to me by God for the protection of His people. I can’t attack a storm with wind and rain, but I can certainly stand strengthened under the protective cover of God’ word.
Something has changed. An epiphany has happened. I am more aware of being made in His image and not in the image of “approval” or the “fear of man.” I am a new creation in Christ. My position is one of spiritual authority over satan and is supported by the unity within the Body of Christ.
The battleground might be invisible, but it is definitely real and it is now.