the lord hurled a great wind on the sea and there was a great storm on the sea so that the ship was about to break up. (jonah 1:4,NASB)
it was some of the biggest love i’ve seen and it was a life worth storming.
he stormed the walls of my friends broken and mis-built life.
he tore it apart. piece by piece.
to get to the foundation.
back to the him god had created, designed…had different, good plans for.
plans for a life emptied of addiction and the imprisoning it brings.
a life emptied of i hate myself but i can’t stop.
a life emptied of worth less.
god’s storm did not destroy. it did not ruin.
it swept away.
it swept away the destruction. the broken down. the in pieces.
it swept away the shanty town of i can hold down a job…relationships that hurt are what i deserve…i could walk away on my own…this is all there is…i am not worth a future…it is too late…
then god with love placed him in the belly of a rehab for the sorting out. the exam of vision. the coming to senses.
“and the lord appointed a great fish to swallow jonah, and jonah was in the stomach of the fish three days and three nights. (jonah 1:17,NASB)
now he is being walked through the streets after the storm, with his power lines downed.
his own way in pieces.
learning the clear of what matters.
learning surrender and the peace it holds.
learning the life held twenty-five years in the safe-keeping of god’s hands.