Grey Skies Steal Lives

Today is gross and rainy and not fun at all. At least it's not fun because I'm out of bed. I mean could I be laying there between the sheets and wrapped in the warmth of my own body heat then yeah, today would be great. But I'm not there. I'm sitting at a desk in front of a computer which forces me to remove my gloves so that I can type and thus leaves my fingers, those poor little extremeties that are so far from the source of warm blood, exposed to the cold. The house which hosts the church office was poorly designed in that the vents for the central heat and air are all on the floor. Not in the ceiling, not on the top of the wall, but down at the base of the wall next to the floor where they become covered by various pieces of furniture and rendered useless as their air flow is blocked by wood and plastic. So my office is left uncirculated when I close the door at the end of the day, which results in it being cold in the morning when I return.

And the rain isn't good rain. It's drizzly, tiny drops which lightly sprinkle you with bits of chill to add to the cold. It's not accompanied by great thunder and lightning and it doesn't awe you at the sheer amounts of water coming down from the sky. Instead it nags at you and forces you inside to be cooped up wishing you could enjoy the brisk breezes also going on outside. The source of the rain is a blanket of grey that hides away the beauty of the sun and the sky. It makes you feel drowsy and lathargic.

It makes me understand through a metaphor how my life can be a gross and rainy day if I begin to allow even small things to cloud the source of light which gives me life and energy and purpose. The storms of life with come and with them brutal thunder and lightning. Quick and swift damage can occur but what always happens is that the storm dissipates or moves on through and the Son is once again revealed. In contrast to the storms these hazes which cover the sky seem to be even more draining. They take away our sight to see "Christ who strengthens me" for so long that we become used to the dreary view and begin to accept it as normal. We forget the joy of a sunny day, with clear blue skies and life giving warmth. I don't want to forget about the Son. I don't want to get used to grey skies and rainy days.

I'll endure the storms because I know that "a bright sunny day comes after the rain. You going through thunder, get ready for change. The mountains you're climbing will go away, cause it's all gonna clear up after the rain" (After the Rain by K2S). However, I refuse to let my life get slowly filled by drizzles and a blanket of grey which may steal my vision of God. This I think is the real reason so many people live luke-warm lives not truly filled with the fruit of the Spirit. Satan has acheived a slow and gradual fade of the vision which we all saw when we first encountered the power of God in our lives.