For we do not have a High Priest who cannot sympathize with our weaknesses, but was in all points tempted as we are, yet without sin. Let us therefore come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need. (Hebrews 4:15-16)
Fair-weather friends. We know what that means.
But recently, I’ve been thinking how much people are like the weather — not in a negative sense, more so the nature of it — coming and going. Little of it is in our control.
Work since the start of 2016 has given me a chance to meet new faces in various walks of life — these have been more like the breeze — here briefly, rustling in curiosity, taking little, leaving a small impression. With a few exceptions, they are likely (and soon) forgotten.
Going further — considering this walk of life:
Sun: A few have been like warm sunshine, cheering up the clouds that come. Their friendship is always welcome.
Rain: Some have been like rain, nourishing and necessary for growth. More serious, but calming.
Hurricane: A number have been like a hurricane — blowing through and leaving naught but chaos in their wake. With their departure, the only option is to pick up and rebuild.
Fog: Some are like the fog… Not quite sure how we came about. Much hesitation, and the fog thickens. Dancing shapes and guessing at figures. Sometimes a light shines through and there appears to be hope. Sometimes we work through the fog. Many times, in fear (and uncertainty), we allow ourselves to be shrouded again.
[There is a couple here. One day, I should hope to know you if you’d let me.]
Wind: Most have been like the breeze — here for a bit, back for a while. Bringing news from afar… and gone again.
[No… we cannot trap the wind. On some quiet evenings, the questions and memories flood back. Your goals and pains — I should always marvel at your courage, and wonder what became of you. Fragility and strength. Until I learn more, you are in my prayers. If there is a reason for your pain… I pray that yours will lead you to Him.]
So which one, you ask. Which one were you? Which one are you now?
At first, I thought one was better than the other.
But I see now that the best ones may be all (or most).
Some will only be as the sun — but too much sun, and its heat scorches. And we withdraw to seek shade.
Too much rain, and we drown.
The best ones are both.
When the clouds become too much, your light dissipates the clouds and remind me of the joys and blessings I have.
You also bring rain in due time — quiet rest and reflection for growth.
Every once in a while, a thunderstorm. A loud and serious reminder but much needed.
And enriching all that needed to grow.
Yes, sometimes we are more comfortable with one than the other.
But the best of friends will be willing to shift as needed to help you grow.
Humans. As explained by nature.
(If we have been too comfortable hiding in the fog, or too removed as the breeze. For fear. For self-preservation… May we look to the One who is in charge of the weather — and our lives. For mercy and grace: To care, to bring joy, to nurture, and to be all that we are to be as we walk Home.)