These past couple days have been interesting. Listening to friends' joys and troubles. Teaching and learning skills. Processing and diagnosing and sleeping. And then yesterday I heard that after an involved interview process I would not be getting a job that every single person I know thought was a sure-win. It doesn't hurt not getting the job, but it's confusing.
I spent the last couple MONTHS praying about applying and finally doing it and mentally preparing to work in this particular field and business for years. Years. That's purpose. That's direction. That's certainty. And now it's confusion. Do I know anything that's certain for the next couple years?
I looked down at my phone and actually read the weather report. It was simply: "Thunderstorms will continue." No probability or time frame, just the straight truth. Thunderstorms will continue.
I looked at the rejection of my application and thought, "thunder." I looked at my garbage -- the result of days of having a runny nose and sniffled, "thunder." I looked at my crazy schedule, filled with wonderful friends (and some of their drama) and said, "thunder." Then I felt the cares and questions of my heart: "thunder."
Yes, the sound and distance of my thunder may change, but it will remain. In every age there will be things I don't understand; Emotions to feel, fears to be conquered, things to get done, places to go, and trials to grow through, but there will also be the Rock of Ages.
I've got a fortress named Jesus Christ who remains the same yesterday, today, and forever, so let the storm rage. This, my friends, is certain -- not just for the next couple years, but into infinity and beyond.