This week we finally had some rain. It had been cold and dry the whole spring. Clouds would come and go…..but no rain. Finally last Friday the rains came. Not the refreshing long quenching type…..but the turbulent, twisting, blowing type that sends you to the basement and strikes fear in everybody. I watched at our front window as it blew in and when the rain came so fast and ferociously I grabbed the kids and ran to the basement. This always freaks the kids out. Meleah really has no concept of what a tornado is. We try to tell her it’s a really big wind and that we’re safe in the basement. But she talks about it like it must be some giant person coming to get us. So we got rain, and we got a little too much too fast.
I’m feeling a bit like rain is coming at me a little too fast too quick right now. The storms hit and they aren’t letting up. I’m not alone in this storm though…..very rarely are we victims of storms completely to ourselves. A few days ago I wrote that my Aunt Janet was suffering from cancer but they had hopes that chemo and radiation would heal her…..until they found yesterday that it was ravaging through her body and that radiation now will only help with the pain. Hospice is coming. She is in her last days and my heart goes out to my Uncle and my cousins as they watch their wife and mom deteriorate. The storm has hit hard and quick.
Then my mother-in-law is up in New York with her niece Aaron who is in her last days of life. Cancer has ravaged through her young (28 only) body and has never let go. She isn’t able to breath without assistance and each breath is difficult and scares her. Her 4 year old son is watching his mama die.
And a dear friend here in Kalamazoo, Martha, is struggling with breast cancer that has also gone to her lungs. Every week she has her lungs drained of the fluids that build up in them from the cancer. They decided to cease all treatment. The chemo wasn’t working. Today she’s having a private ceremony at our church so she can see her 1st grandbaby dedicated. She desperately wants more time with that baby.
So the storms have come. And we experience the sin and fallen nature of this world in a whole new way. The storms are coming, they are destructive and they aren’t letting up anytime soon.
Isaiah 25:8-9 says this: “They’ll see that You take care of the poor, that You take care of poor people in trouble, provide a warm, dry place in bad weather, provide a cool place when it’s hot. Brutal oppressors are like a winter blizzard and vicious foreigners like high noon in the desert. But You shelter from the storm and shade from the sun, shut mouths of the big-mouthed bullies.”
So these storms strike fear in us. Like children facing a bully. Like Meleah’s thoughts of a tornado. Panic. Fear. Crazy sadness. The kind that hits so deep we think we can’t breath. Indescribable at times. But God’s promised that he will be there amidst the storm. A warm dry place amidst the blowing wind. Cool shade when the heat is unforgiving. He is a parent gently holding a child who doesn’t fully understand what is happening.
He has calmed the storm, walked on water, overcome the grave for you. My prayer is that you will cling to Jesus as you weather these storms. You are not alone.


8 thoughts on “Storms

  1. Chrisy Ennen says:

    As I read today’s blog, I was remembering that earlier this week, Rev. Kenny Martin (speaking at Gateway Family Camp in Greenville) shared with us from Matthew 7:13-14 and 24-27. The storms will come, the rains will come, but we stand firm on the Rock.

  2. Suzanne Oliver says:

    Hi, Jen. Nicole Snyder’s mom here. I just read today’s entry and my heart aches for you. I just want to tell you I’m praying for you. Read Lam. 3:19-31 ( if you don’t already have it memorized 🙂 in The Message if you can. We have an awesome God.

  3. shelli kratzer says:

    Your words bring me to tears — oh, the deep, deep love of Jesus. I love you. I am praying for you.

  4. Hope says:

    Thank you for your insightful post. You are daily in my thoughts and prayers.

  5. Beth Setty says:

    Jen, how said I am about your aunt. I so remember being in their house a few times while she was an RD. She took such good care of us girls! I will be praying for your uncle and cousins and the rest of your family. Why oh why do Satan’s attacks seem relentless sometimes? I see the storms everywhere myself these days, just in different ways, and know he is pushing hard for some reason in this time. And we must fight harder, too. As believers I hope we are all praying against the storms. Love you.

  6. Christine says:

    Hi Jen,

    I’m friends with your cousin Laurie. She has spoken so sweetly of you and what a beautiful person you are, and I am so blessed that she has shared your story and blog address with me. You are in our prayers for healing and courage, and the best comfort is knowing you get your strength from the Lord.

    I’ve read several of your posts, and this one in particular brought me to tears. It’s so true that we all face storms of differing kinds. I’ve been struggling with some sadness this morning and your musings were just the reminder I needed to take my troubles to Jesus and give him my burdens. (Sometimes it’s just hard to let go of control, don’t you think?)

    God bless as you continue your journey. I’m looking forward to your blog entry letting us know your platelets are just where they should be and graduation day has arrived! Oh, and last but certainly not least, your children are absolutely beautiful!!

    Best wishes,

  7. Lee Abernathy says:


    I was trully moved by this post. It was very insightful and thought provoking. Marion and I continue to pray for you daily.


  8. Loree Sisterson says:

    Hi Jen,

    I’m Jeremy’s cousin Loree, his grandma Irene and my grandma Violet were sisters. I asked Kim for the link to this site.

    I just wanted to tell you how incredibly strong you are and what an inspiration! Your love of life, family, and your faith in God will see you safely through the rest of your journey. My family will keep you and your family in our thoughts and prayers always.


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