So a few weeks ago, I told my husband that I wanted to do something adventurous and take our sons camping in Gulf Shores. We had never taken the boys camping. This school year was so difficult personally and professionally. I wanted something exciting and out of the ordinary.
Saturday before the trip found us replacing two tires on our van. We were able to get tires on a Saturday but that incident derailed a lot of other little details... I fought off a panic attack. My panic attacks hurt physically and wipe me out pretty good so fighting it off was a job. Also not planned.
Sunday night dissolved into managing children's behaviors while Heath worked so nothing got packed. NOT IN THE PLANS, y'all.
Monday a.m. we woke, I got a pot of coffee in me, we threw some stuff in the van and hit the road.
The first thing we see at the campsite was a sign that said "do not feed the alligators." That stopped us in our tracks. We had a serious discussion before we got the boys out of the van. But we decided if we were gonna be adventurers we had to go all in. So we did.
Nothing went as planned. I don't know why I am so surprised when things don't go as I plan them. NOTHING goes as planned. EVER. But we really did just roll with the punches. I started thinking of this whole trip as an adventure and to start expecting the unexpected.
But a moment at The Gulf gave me pause.
The Gulf is my favorite restaurant in Orange Beach. It's an outdoor place sitting on the water and just beautiful to me. The sun was shining as we walked up. I took a deep breath in and out and smiled. We ordered our food and sat down. The boys were behaving, my handsome husband was with me, there was a nice breeze.... everything was just amazing.
Then the first pat of rain became a drum beat and the rain started coming in sideways. Thunder, lightening, wind gusts... we retreated closer to the building under the awning. I smiled a weak smile to Heath. We settled in for the rain. An employee asked if we wanted the food to go... I said we were going to eat it there ... I was determined to spend some time in my favorite spot! Even in the rain.
I started to pray a prayer with a familiar cadence: "Hey, God, uhm, remember yesterday when I prayed for no more rain? Uh why is the exact opposite of my prayers always seem to be happening?!"
My eyes caught a boat fighting to come in off the water. Everything felt so chaotic. The rain and wind was kicking up an awful noise. I could barely see the water with the rain coming down. People were rushing and fussing near us. The sky was dark and gray. The clouds were like pulled out cotton balls that had found themselves in the hands of a chubby two year old.
I glanced to my boys who were uncharacteristically calm. I glanced back to the water. I watched the waves...
... there was a pattern there... there was a rhythm. The rain banging on the tin roof was actually pounding out a melody. The wind added in the harmony. And I realized in that moment that what I perceive as chaos is actually very controlled in God's hands. I was witnessing His creation first hand and how it was responding to His voice. Not one wave rolled without being told to do so. Not one gust was wind blew two inches in the other way. Every rain drop landed right where it was mean to.
It was scary and unsettling... but that was because I wanted to control the weather in that moment. Because in my head, rain would ruin my lunch at my favorite restaurant.
But the vision of this moment... seeing each component individually stripped of the rest... I saw God's hand.... I imagined God at that moment with hair like Bob Ross and a large paintbrush asking me to be patient as He painted this moment for me to know that what I see as chaos and unfavorable conditions is His art.
So it is with the circumstances I am facing.... at home.... at work.... at Walmart....
If I truly pray the prayer that never fails, there will be peace and fulfillment of His promises in this chaos.
So I prayed the prayers that never fails... I asked the Lord to continue to help me to see the beauty in the storms of my life and to love me anyway.
The rain stopped before our food was ready. We wiped down the tables and I ate an amazing meal.
Before we left, we were able to have a picture made as a family of five. That's a big deal for us.
So: God's got this.
What's the prayer that never fails, you ask? "Thy will be done."
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