It seems for many of us we are in a season of storms for our lives; not just the weather anomalies that appear on the spanning sky, but also the storms that come upon us and shake the very foundation of our souls. These are the kind of storms that come in the middle of the night and blow hard winds against us, so hard that our heart’s vocabulary is often rearranged. Storm winds that are capable of squeezing the heart so hard that heart-water is in drought and exhausted, storms that empty us of hope for calm and restoration.
10 Hear, O LORD, and be merciful to me; O LORD, be my help."11 You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy…
I have gone through some significant storms in my life. Strong squalls of life. Moreover, as with any set of life issues there are always several smaller showers that come along with the big storm just to complicate things a bit more. Some of the winds that have blown my way have been scary and confusing. Some have been disheartening. Some of the winds have blown up so much dust around me that it has been hard to see my way clear. Discouragement has sought to layer my life with a coat of dust that seeks to inhibit my God given desire to dance. All this to say that no matter what is going on in my life there are times it leaves me burdened and grounded with life’s dust.
As many of you know I lived for a while in the mountains, and there were many days I would spend on my front porch watching the sunset sprawl over Wears Valley like God had made the Valley for His special artwork. On one particular day there was a storm cascading over the mountaintops as though an oncoming army was approaching. The lighting was flashing and the thunder was rolling. And there perched on the power line was a little bird clinching with all its might in the oncoming winds just to hold on to someplace of peace. There was no way that little bird was going to be able stand the fury of God’s breath in the storm. However, oddly enough the small sparrow began a dance of rejoicing. Such a picture, a small sparrow rejoicing in the presence of a potentially deadly blast generated by a solar movement created by the most powerful of hands. As the rain became denser it was revealed the sparrow was rejoicing over the power that would wash away the dirt it had encountered and the rain water that would wash away the dust and parasites collected throughout the day. It was as though the little bird was dancing over being clean. The bird filtered and circled, chirped and whistled as though in a ballet of freedom expressing "I'm Clean, I'm Clean!"
This is the hard part for me, sometimes when I look at my unsettled flesh that is constantly scratching and adjusting just to be able to sit still in life; this is when the enemy comes and reminds me of my plight without Jesus.
Friends, this is what I saw as the storm raged the other night! The powerful hand of Jesus marching across the mountain tops in storms of cleansing rain. The wind of God designed not to crush us to the ground, but rather to free us from any satanic tether that would keep us from dancing a freedom ballet before our Father in ecstatic delight, "I'm Clean I’m Clean!" Though some clouds are dark, they are not dark enough to snuff out the light of God. Those things that are blowing so hard against us are only the Father’s means by which we dance a freedom ballet, singing as we dance “I’m clean, I’m clean!”
Amanda Williams is a forty-year old wife and mother of two who can still swing her pony tail and display just a tad of sass. She is also a Jesus loving girl who realizes she is nothing without the One who saved her. Amanda has two degrees specializing in serving students with special needs and is currently working in the field of Leadership Development. She is a Christian author, speaker, blogger, and publisher who loves serving beside her husband at her local place of worship, First Baptist Church of Ocala.