TITLE: The sky is falling...or is it?
By Tina Blount
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This was created to be a weekly devotional for women. This is the first devotional that I have submitted and am very new to writing. I look forward to your thoughts and feedback.
The Sky is Falling…or is it?
I love friends with whom I can share both the laughter and tears of life with; the kind of friends that will walk with you through any situation. A blessed woman indeed is a woman who has a friend who will support her, encourage her, challenge her, and pray with her.
Recently, while reflecting and thanking God for the friendships He has blessed me with, I couldn’t help but giggle as He revealed to me many of my girlfriends Chicken Little moments. You know, those moments when we reach out to another girlfriend in a state of desperation crying out “the sky is falling” over some situation that life has handed us. Allow me to illustrate.
Every Thursday, after the children have been dropped off at school or safely placed on the school bus, my best friend and I share a time of fellowship in my living room. We talk about everything including our children, our husbands, our churches, our ministries, our careers, our dreams, our fears, our budgets and our bottom lines (physically speaking, of course). After our time of discussion has become ripe and rich, we enter the Lord’s sanctuary with praise, thanksgiving, and lest we forget, our petitions.
On most of these Thursdays, our time is quiet and serene as we escape from daily life for just a little while. But on this particular Thursday, that environment was not to be. The tree men as I’m fond of calling them had arrived at my home to remove several dead trees before hurricane season approached. As we sat in my living room, the shadows of their bodies and equipment dancing through the skylights in my home left us both feeling nervous and more than a little jumpy. The sound of chain saws, limbs falling and ladders banging together created an environment of edginess.
We began our time together in prayer by praying for the men on my roof, the trees that needed to come down and our much needed time of fellowship. After a good hour of chatting, I reluctantly pulled myself away from my comfy couch and stepped out of the living room to reheat a cup of tea. As I crossed the threshold into the kitchen hearing a large bang on our roof, I turned quickly back to where I had just been sitting imagining to see the worst. Yet, before I could even look up, I saw my dear friend leap off the couch in fright, trip over the ottoman and land firmly on her behind in the middle of my living room floor declaring as she landed, “the sky is falling”!
Laughter overwhelmed us both and we giggled for what seemed like hours there in the middle of my floor. We never heated up the tea, the roof didn’t cave in and a beautiful aha moment spoke deep into my spirit. Aha, the sky is not falling! It wasn’t falling when we lost jobs, parents and financial security. It wasn’t falling when our husbands made us angry or our children skinned their knees or someone hurt our feelings. The sky was not falling after all.
What a beautiful reminder that no matter how big the crash might be in our lives, the sky will never fall. It will always stay securely fastened in the heavens above right where it was created to be, because we serve a God that we can count on, who will hold it in his right hand. He will always be there. Just like best friends on Thursday mornings.
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