Unexplainable Joy

Yet, I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation. Habakkuk 3:18

Good morning!

Have you ever experienced a season of unexplainable joy? You know, those times in your life when it looks as if you have no reason to be joyful. The past ten weeks has been that kind of season for me.

It all began the last Sunday in January when water seeped from the humidifier onto my tile. In less time than it takes to blink, I was on the floor. My foot throbbed from crashing into the riser. Hubby picked me up and sat me on the couch. Then I laughed until I was crying. I didn’t know where it was coming from, but my daughter began laughing with me. When I finally stopped laughing, I tried to stand.

Yes, I thought to walk it off.

But, I couldn’t put my foot on the floor. It felt like my entire leg was being drawn forward and upward with an invisible rope.  Furthermore, my daughter thought my third toe looked odd.

Well, yeah!

So the next morning, we were off to see the doctor. And this is where it gets interesting. While waiting for the results of the X-rays, the words of a song about praising the Lord in the storm drifted through my mind. And my reply was, “This isn’t a storm. Now, 2010…that was a storm.”

 

I will joy Swan

The doctor told me I had indeed fractured my third toe. She prescribed an anti-inflammatory for the joint and sent me home.

After I had reached home, I exited the truck, made my way up the steps, and with the help of the crutches catapulted myself backward onto the cement walkway. Again, I landed on my backside, but this time my left arm took the weight of the fall. The bulging tendons told me it wasn’t good.

When Lindsay helped me off the ground and onto the couch, I laughed, again! What was I laughing about? I didn’t know. But, my left foot had hit the porch coming down and was no longer pulling upward. That was something. At least, now I could hobble by myself.

I discarded the useless crutches!

Storm? Yeah! I could see the storm clouds now. I could hear the thunder rolling across the skies. ButI didn’t see what was waiting on the horizon.

After a week of nothing but sitting on the couch, I opted to go outside for the afternoon with hubby and the girl while they worked on the 4-wheeler. Standing beside the trailer, I saw no danger when suddenly, the 4-wheeler decided to lurch forward. The trailer wheel caught the same leg. Same foot. Yep, that happened.

Last X-rays showed I had two fractured toes and a cracked wrist. And that was just the bones.

After each incident, when the house grew quiet, I would begin my nights with crying—half from the pain and half from the frustration of not being able to tend to my everyday needs. Ever been there, dear reader? By the end of the day, your strength is gone. You’re in a heap on the floor and He’s all you have left.

It’s a lonely place to be.

But then, the words of that song would drift through my mind, and I could focus on praising Him. Yes, I could see the upside.  I had fallen twice but hadn’t hit my head once. I’ve done the concussion thing, already. Yes, things could’ve been worse. More importantly, God loves me and has rescued me. Blessed be His Holy name. Yes, I could praise Him in this storm.

And in return I received laughter. Through this whole ordeal, there has been an unexplainable joy bubbling inside.

So I ask you, dearest reader, do we have a reason to be joyful in seasons of sorrow, pain, and loss?

 

 

 

When the Wind Blows

And he arose, and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, Peace, be still. And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm. Mark 4:39

I read a story this past week about a young man seeking employment on a farm. When asked by the farmer what he knew about farming he replied, “I know nothing about farm work, but I can sleep when the wind blows.”

Desperate for help, the old farmer hired the boy. One night a storm blew in, and the farmer ran to the young man’s room, and there he lay sleeping like a baby. Rather than waste time trying to wake him, the farmer ran to check the barn, animals, and the straw pile. All were secure. The farmer understood the boy’s statement.*

As I read the story, I thought of Jesus and the disciples on the storm-tossed sea. The Word says “the waves beat into the ship, and it was now full.”

The disciples were afraid.

Jesus was asleep.

On a pillow!

The disciples awakened Him and asked did He care if they drowned.

water-932284_1920He stood, rebuked the wind and spoke to the waves.

The winds ceased. The storm calmed.

Then He asked, “Why are you afraid? Why don’t you have faith?”

Ouch.

They were afraid and asked, “Who is this that even the wind and sea obey Him?”

Have you ever been there?

Speaking spiritually, I don’t always sleep when the wind is blowing, and the waves are rocking my world. But when I stop watching the horizon bob up and down and get my focus on the Master of the wind, my spirit calms.

Then I, like Jesus, can rest when the winds blow and the waves crash around me!

How about you. Do you ever have trouble resting when the wind is blowing?

 

*I Can Sleep When the Wind Blows ~ Olden Cook