last friday, angie prayed over me and saw a vision. in her vision, she saw me and jesus happily playing on a playground. in my own head, i saw more details about her vision. we were frolicking in the grass; we were having a joyful and free-spirited time. the sun shined down us and everything was wonderful and perfect. but then the Enemy became jealous and wanted to ruin our fun time. so he sent dark, ominous clouds our way. and soon enough, thunder and lightning and rain poured down. i ran into a shelter, and gloomily watched out the window. i watched the ground become muddy where it had once been green and lush. i watched the playground become drenched and no longer playable. the blue sky was blocked and the cold rain had replaced all the warmth of the sun. i watched the rain drops blur my view of what had been an idyllic scene.
angie's vision ended there - and she said to me, "mia - jesus wants you to come out under an umbrella and not let a little rain get in the way." but i saw more. i took angie's words to heart - and in my continuation of her vision, i saw myself stepping out reluctantly into the storm with my umbrella. jesus was already standing out there under His own umbrella, and He beckoned me to come closer to Him with an outstretched hand.
when i stood beside Him, i put my hand in His, and He looked down and smiled at me. and at the same time, we let go of our umbrellas and let the rain pour down upon us. we stood there - hand in hand, with our other arms outstretched, completely getting soaked. and i enjoyed it. why? because i knew that jesus was inviting me to embrace the storm and let me find joy in it because we're together.
i know that i tend to run away from storms. i don't like getting wet. but what if i changed my perspective on storms? instead of fearing them, shying away from them - what if i found a way to enjoy them? then when the storms come, they won't be so bad - they'll be good.
