It was one of those mornings. One kid woke up stormy, lightning and thunder flashing through back talk and attitude. When things didn’t go his way, we all paid for it as his words rained down stinging with their touch. We all, each of us, left the house unsettled and ugly.
Just get them to school. That was my goal.
Then I could go home, spend some time with Jesus and dry the ugly of the morning off. On the drive to school, God surprised me with a beautiful view of the nearby mountains, the tallest of which had a beanie of clouds covering its top.
The other mountains, with red rocks, green and brown evergreens, covered with snow stopped my heart with their beauty. Stark. Colorful.
Floater clouds settled in low on the range, adding to the morning’s scenery. Just drinking in that beauty dissipated some of the storm churning in my spirit.
As soon as I dropped kids off at school, with an “I love you,” especially to the stormy one, I searched for a place to pull over and attempt and capture the beauty with my phone’s camera.
My reminder that God reveals beauty—even when storms are brewing as they were over the mountains that morning.
Storms are going to come . . . in hearts, in lives, and yes in the weather.
When they do, I can either focus on the storm, the hurt and pain, the sometimes devastation—
Or I can look for the beauty in the midst of the storm.
Clouds are already settling in, and a snow storm is predicted for tomorrow for us.
Our home can remain stormy when two hurricane boys push through the door at the end of a school day. Or I can be a change-maker and sprinkle beauty within our family relationships.
Things I’m learning to help rekindle beauty within our family relationships:
- Ask for forgiveness for my role in the storm
- Talk with the boy about what we can do to help him make better choices in the mornings,
- Pray for and with that boy
- Be purposeful about looking for beauty in my sons, as well as in our lives. And remember, God has made all things beautiful in His time.
Including stormy boys and moms.
What about you? Where do you find beauty when your spirit is stormy? What is beautiful to you?