Something About A Storm

I open my eyes to a new day.
The possibilities are endless, but the sky is dark.
Gray clouds in the distance as another storm rolls in.
Yesterday, the world was sunny.
Bright. Optimistic.
With the sun my memories of the last storm seem to fade. What was it like?
Violent. Out of control. Scary.
I see the clouds moving, feel the wind blowing, and hold out my hand to prove the first heavy drops of rain.
The next storm begins today.
And the day will go on.

I could change my plans. I could just stay inside.
I could hide, unwilling to face it and fearing the worst.
Afraid of the darkness.
I could curl up here, alone, weak, and scared, excluding myself from the day.
One storm could kill me and make me disappear.
I could hide.
I could be afraid.

But God, I remember something about a storm.
How You'd be here with me when thigns look dark and scary.
How You'll never leave of hurt me.
How there's always a reason and a plan, and
How if I'll let You, You'll change me and carry me and make it okay.
That's Your promise, Lord...but I can't see You and the darkness is real.
So is my choice: listen to You, or hide?

Or I could brace myself, dressing for the weather.
Grab my raincoat, my umbrella, my rubber boots.
I could struggle and fight, unwilling to get wet.
Afraid of the water.
The drops are so cold and the thunder is so loud.
The winds is so strong and the lightning so bold.
I could fight it and run and resist the storm's power.
I could brace myself.
I could fight it.

But God, I remember something about a storm.
How You'd be here with me when things look dark and scary.
How You'll never leave me or hurt me.
How there's always a reason and a plan, and
How if I'll let You, You'll change me and carry me and make it okay.
That's Your promise, Lord...but I can't see You and the darkness is real.
So is my choice: listen to You, or fight?

Or here's an idea. This would be different.
Why hide from it? Why fight it?
The water is from above where alll good things are...
I could run headlong, full force, high speed.
At peace with the water and embracing the wind.
Laughing at the thunder and admiring the lightning.
Soaked through and through, somehow different outside and in.
The clouds are so dark, with a strange beauty, wonderful mystery.
So I could take off. Take the plunge.
Refuse to hide and refuse to be afraid.
No need to brace myself and no need to fight.
I could let it all happen.

Because God, I remember something about a storm.
So be here with me, because it's dark and scary.
You'll never leave me or hurt me.
Even this has a reason, a part of your plan, and
So I'll let You change me, carry me, make it all okay.
That's still Your promise, Lord, even though the darkness is real.
And that's my choice. I'll listen to You in the storm.
And as I open the door I think how there's something about a storm that makes me believe.