One of my favorite things about the Bible is that I can hear a story a thousand times, and the thousand and first time, something different strikes me.
This past Sunday the Gospel was about building your house on rock not sand. But it was a little piece of the reading which caught my attention.
“When the storm comes…”
The Gospel didn’t say “if the storm comes.” It said “when.”
And surprisingly, that was a relief. Because I tend to wonder if the storm means I’m doing something wrong. If the storm is actually just a little afternoon shower and I’m being overdramatic.
I’ve been blessed with so many things in my life that sometimes I feel like I don’t have a right to complain about anything.
But storms still come. Just like they’re supposed to. And it’s ok. That was what I got out of the reading, for the first time ever. It’s ok that there’s a storm. It’s ok that I’m upset. It’s ok that life is hard. These days are the reason you have a rock for a foundation.