Stormy Days

As the rain continues, it’s hard to believe that it will ever cease. The continuous downpour of water has a tendency to start to make ones spirit slightly melancholy as the sun is covered with grey murky fog shadowing everything on land. The fact that it just hasn’t stopped since it started weeks ago makes it seem like the end is not ever to come. I want to believe that there will be some crack in the sky or some glimmer of sun that shines thru those dark murky clouds, but my hope seems faint like the whisper of a mouse. I try to reminisce on the days when dry land and sun was an overabundant commonality, but as the rain pours down it seems to blur my memory of what once was good and what will be good again.

With memories blurred and hope faint I know I must press on. I know that if I give up life is lost. I know that if I give in to the downpour of life than I will have nothing left, so I will press on. I will take up my armor (Ephesians 6:13) and I will put on my rain coat. I will be thankful for my rain boots and the dry roof over my head. I will be thankful for my friends who are in it along with me. I will be thankful because I know I’m not the only one with wet shoes and cold feet and my soaking wet friends understand me even without me saying a word.

So, I will stand in the rain with my raincoat, and I will let it pore down. I will endure because I know I am protected. I will endure because I know others are enduring and have endured the same. I will endure because I know one day the sun will shine and all will be well and I will look back at the days of the storm and be strengthened in spirit at the fact that I was able to endure when I never knew I could.

Lauren Vopatek