Guest Post by Lisa Jordan
Intro: I had no idea, on the day I met her, the gifts God had in store for me. My friend and award-winning author, Lisa Jordan, has been a confidante, an encourager, and a speaker of deep wisdom. She’s helped me on my writing journey, been a support and a listening ear when my kids have me pulling my hair out, and most of all, she points me to Jesus when I begin to think everything is up to me. I’m thrilled to begin sharing her quiet wisdom and encouraging words with you all on the last Tuesday of each month. Please help me welcome Lisa Jordan.
At the end of March, I spent two days with friends, who lived ninety minutes from my house. Unfortunately, this wasn’t a social visit but one of necessity—at least to this aching mama.
Earlier that day, I had taken my youngest son to the walk-in clinic in our community and then the emergency department at our local hospital. His jaw and neck were swelling quickly despite the prescribed antibiotics his doctor had given him the day before. After waiting nearly three hours, the ER physicians decided my son needed to be taken by ambulance to a hospital in a larger city to treat the infection more aggressively so it wouldn’t affect his breathing by closing off his windpipe.
However, due to the current COVID-19 precautions, the hospital in the larger city had been locked down to visitors. Even though my son is a young man, he’s still my baby…and I wanted to be there, but I couldn’t. So I stayed with friends to be close by so if, by some miracle, the hospital allowed me to visit.
After crawling into the guest room bed and tossing and turning, I had finally fallen asleep until winds howled, lightning flashed, and thunder rolled. With winter being ushered out, making way for spring to flourish, the storm was the first of the season.
I have to confess—I absolutely hate storms, particularly anything involving strong winds or lightning. When I was a child, a tree had fallen on our house. Even though I had spent the night with my grandparents, who lived down the road, that accident created a domino effect of events that changed my life forever.
As I tossed and turned in bed and hid my face in the pillow every time lightning lit up the room and thunder shook the house, I tried not to think of my son alone at the hospital, my book proposal due to my editor that week, or my deadlines for work.
But then the whisper of a song floated into my head—“Praise You in This Storm” by Casting Crowns.
So, as the rains pelted the windows of my friend’s guest room and kept me from drifting back to sleep, I prayed and asked God to calm the storm. And if He wouldn’t do that, then would He please calm this child.
As I hummed the song to myself, my tensed body relaxed. Even though I couldn’t be with my son, God was there. Watching him. Overseeing him. Healing him.
Worrying wasn’t going to change any of those circumstances. But praising God would chase away the fear.
How many times have we asked God to change our circumstances instead of changing us?
During this season of quarantine and shutdown, many of you are experiencing many storms—job loss, financial stress, grieving the loss of experiences such as senior year, health issues, and mourning losses of loved ones who have succumbed to the COVID-19 virus.
For me, for that moment, the rain was troubling.
That late March storm was mild compared to storms others have endured such as hurricanes, tornados and typhoons, but they caused anxiety and sleeplessness in me.
Rain is vital to our everyday living. It can be cooling, refreshing on a hot summer’s day. Or it can be devastating and wreak havoc. Even the strongest tree can crack if the winds and rains are strong enough.
The same goes with life—we may endure a gentle summer-like rain of challenges, or at times, it feels like a hurricane has blown through and ripped our hearts apart. We struggle to hear His whisper through the rain. No matter how severe the storm, though, God is in the midst.
One of my favorite verses is Psalm 121:1-2: “I lift up my eyes to the mountains—where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.”
God stays constant, never bending or breaking. And no matter how small or heavy the storms in our lives, He hears every prayer, every cry of our heart.
And He’s at work calming the storm…or calming the child . . . even if you can’t hear His whisper through the rain.
What about you? During this time of our lives being turned upside down, how are you handling the adversities? How do you praise God in the storms?
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Bio: Heart, home, and faith have always been important to Lisa Jordan, so writing stories with those elements come naturally. Represented by Rachelle Gardner of Books & Such Literary Management, Lisa is an award-winning author for Love Inspired, writing contemporary Christian romances that promise hope and happily ever after. Her latest book, Season of Hope, released in March 2019. She is the operations manager for Novel. Academy, powered by My Book Therapy. Happily married to her own real-life hero for over thirty years, Lisa and her husband have two grown sons. When she isn’t writing, Lisa enjoys family time, kayaking, good books, and being creative with words, fibers, and photos. Visit her at lisajordanbooks.com
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