If storms were friendly, you could’ve been buddies. Each day some unfortunate event seems to strengthen your bond. The world thinks you both are an item, some inseparable pair cruising misery. Sometimes, you think so too; series of misadventures make you assume such. For this cause, you embrace the storms, its waves and all.
If loving storms were enough to bring warmth, you would’ve been at ease. But you’re not. You’re a frigid being in need of peace. You thought an embrace was all the storms needed to be melodic with its roars. Perhaps, it waves would rock you to sleep. But three days ago when November said hi, you realised the storms’ roars isn’t some lullaby.
Your heart is in turmoil. Misery is toying with your emotions. Storms wouldn’t be emphatic. In the past months you’ve worn optimism like an apparel and hoped Peace would find you attractive. But misery is the sly that keeps saying hi. Now November, an innocent lad, craves your friendship, but you’ve become a Thomas. You are too broken to believe Peace will ever find you….
I was once betrothed to the storm. It was an abusive relationship of frustrations lording over humans while craving their devotion. And boy was I devoted! I held on to the storms with faith that its waves would bring me to shore. The storms held on to me as well. It hugged me tightly, then bashed every thought of escape from my senses.
”You’re too broken to walk to freedom’s shores,” it says, “Peace will be too busy to meet you there. Even if it isn’t, it wouldn’t find you attractive. Take off that dirty optimistic apparel!”
Misery roared above my senses; my mind accepted its rants. I couldn’t rebuff its words. Each time I tried, I faced the waves and ran back to the arms of frustration. The storms had told me that’s the only place I’d find warmth: in adversity’s embrace. So I remained in that relationship and silently hoped that peace would find me; that it would walk down the shores I couldn’t reach and meet me in the storms. And Peace did find me…
…Sometime in November-
I understand the turmoil your heart felt when it beat to the rhythm of another new month. It was a reminder of goals underachieved, potentials untapped, and capacity left fallow. But worse, November reminded you of the broken places in your heart that’s yet to heal. When the last months called you a believer, you didn’t doubt them. But in November’s guileless “hi”, you hear the century’s biggest lie. I understand. It’s hard to hard to frolic optimism when your life is being spent with turmoil.
This time last year, I was scared of meeting this year. I felt ill prepared, too broken to embrace a perfect year. The storms had called my optimism dirty. I didn’t think a brand new year would like to touch all that filth. So I wasn’t ready to do 2017. Like you, I was a Thomas. But in all my filth, peace found me. He walked into my room one night in November and took me out of that raging sea in my head. Peace told me, “Bae, the storms lied, You were never betrothed to Misery. Fear not, 2017 will be good for you.” In all sincerity, this year has been good.
Peace will find you too. It will walk up to you like it did me that night in November, and lift you from your distress. The storms might have toyed with your emotions and made you believe you’re helpless, but it’s a lie. You are not alone in that storm. There, in that raging sea, is the saviour whispering in a voice that roars over the waves. “Peace, be still,” he says. Tell your heart to believe.
Grander earth has quaked before
Moved by the sound of his voice
Seas that are shaken and stirred
Can be calmed and broken for (your) regard
Allow Peace hold your hand. Let him walk you out of all the lies you’ve been told. Life is not out to kill you; it’s not unfair. You don’t have to remain in that abusive relationship where misery keeps cheating you of life’s blessings.” Stand still and watch peace walk you into the fullness of God’s goodness. In that fullness, light will flood your heart.
And when light floods your heart, you’ll know which way to go, who to speak with, what to do. Light will make you understand that although the storms wouldn’t stop its flirtations, you’re already hooked with Peace. He isn’t giving up on you. Nothing can separate you from His love. New battles will emerge, but Peace holds your hands. Together, you’ll set your feet upon every raging sea and dance in the deep. You will prevail through all of life’s turmoil because Yahweh has you.
These things have I spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.