Weathering the storms {Miss April}

April 7, 2014

When I was eight years old my mom got remarried. He seemed like a nice enough guy. He took me to see SuperGirl at the drive-in and bought me gum for making the honor roll. Over time I began to really care for him. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t help myself. He was nice to me, and more importantly he made my mom smile. I had seen her so sad for so long that I had almost forgotten she had teeth.

I finally came to a point where I decided I liked this big, hairy man and thought he would make a pretty good dad. I began to devise a plan to keep him around. In my little mind daddies did not stay. Daddies packed up their bags and they left. That’s what daddies did. But maybe, just maybe, I could trick this one into staying.

So, I filled up the bottom of his brown backpack with the entire contents of my Elmer’s glue bottle. Backpacks were where you put your clothes when you decided to leave and not come back. If I could ruin his backpack them maybe he’d just have no choice but to stay.

I didn’t understand a large number of things at that young age. Understandably. I knew all about rain, but I had no clear picture of rainbows. What I mean is, I had known some hard times and struggles in my short life, but I had no clue that clear skies could be in the forecast, nor that the promise of a rainbow could come from it all. I didn’t understand that daddies could love you, and that daddies could stay. But just because you can’t see something doesn’t mean it isn’t true.

PastedGraphic-1 The theme for this month at MSWB is “No Rain, No Rainbows.” I think in life we all encounter rain. We all encounter storms, times of difficulty where the elements pound down so heavily upon our heads that we feel as if we’ll collapse under the weight of it all. Or surely drown in the downpour. Where you may take hope in your own personal storm is in the promise of God’s blessing for your life. The promise of your rainbow.

Many times in life when the rain pours, sometimes for what seems like forty days and forty nights, we are overcome with bitterness. We become angry at our situation and may lose sight of the promises God has in store.

As a little girl I didn’t believe I could trust a father. I don’t think I even knew what the word meant. Father. God brought me the precious gift of an earthly father. He used this man to show me how to trust again, how to believe in the love of a dad. He also used him to show me the character of a father as God intended, an example of the love our Heavenly Father has for His children.

I always felt I was able to more clearly see this character and appreciate it for all its beautiful attributes after having compared it to the opposite end of the spectrum. In other words, through the trial of my stormy relationship with my absent biological father, God was able to shine the light of His character through it all, and brilliantly so. I was able to see the beautiful promise of the Father Heart of God.

I’ll be encouraging you this month to look around at your life. You might have to really squint hard to try and see it, but I would suggest seeking out those glints of God’s truth, His faithfulness, His gifts to you. Sometimes you might really have to search them out, but don’t let that stop you.

My prayer for you today is that you will weather your storm. Take heart when the gale blows, and remember that His promises are true. Hold on for your rainbow.

brie 032.CR2Brie Gowen is our Blogger of the Month for April. 

Brie is a Registered Nurse and a mother to two small daughters. You can read more about Brie to the right of this page and find her at

AnneW April 7, 2014 at 4:18 pm

Well done, Brie. This is a heart piercer. Thank you

Brie April 8, 2014 at 12:06 am

Thank you so much Anne.

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