I sat in my car this morning and noticed a spider on the window. The little guy spent all night weaving a long web between the car door and the side mirror. Today’s forecast calls for rainstorms, so I figured it was a self-preservation instinct that led this spider to make such a foolish decision.
I don’t like spiders. I’ve never liked spiders. So, I had no qualms about driving and forcing the vermin off my car. But as I pulled forward, and the wind picked up, I could see his little yellow legs curl up, hanging on with all his little spider might. Once on the main road, he didn’t stand a chance. He and his web flew off into oblivion. My guess is that the little spider is now crushed flat against the asphalt.
As I thought more about it, my mind wandered to the parable in Matthew 7, about the wise and the foolish man.
24 ¶ Therefore whosoever heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them, I will liken him unto a wise man, which built his house upon a rock:
25 And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell not: for it was founded upon a rock.
26 And every one that heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them not, shall be likened unto a foolish man, which built his house upon the sand:
27 And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell: and great was the fall of it.
With the rain imminent, this little spider scrambled to build his shelter. He had no sure foundation, so he tried his best to fanangle something that seemed safe. He worked hard through the night, relying upon his own strength. When morning came, the poor guy didn’t even survive to witness the floods. The winds blew his house to the ground and him along with it.
The Storms of Life
Do we do this? Do we see the storm approaching, and try to run and hide? Do we try to come up with our own solution or escape route?
Or do we face the storm calmly, with the knowledge that our house is built on a sure foundation? Sure, we may have to clean up a bit after the flood recedes, but we know we’ll be safe, and that we’ll see another sunrise.
I love the rain. I love thunderstorms and dark clouds and the smell of wet desert sand. Maybe it’s because I grew up in Arizona, where it only rains a handful of times each year, but I thoroughly look forward to the storms. When I woke up and saw the clouds this morning, I immediately checked the weather report, and was filled with excitement when I saw the whole afternoon dotted with icons of thunder clouds.
This foolish spider made me wonder if I hold the same enthusiasm for the storms of life. Do I jump for joy at an unexpected expense or a congested nose that I just know is the start of a cold? Do I smile when a family member is rushed to the hospital? Do I look forward to all of the awful stories on the news, about another shooting, or scandal, or travesty? Of course not!
There’s a quote that hangs in my home, from Joseph B. Wirthlin that reads :
Come what may and love it.
While some storms may not be things we want to deal with, there are others that can be exciting, like welcoming a new baby into the home, starting a new job, or moving to a new place. These things can be intimidating, but we hope they will ultimately result in added happiness.
Even though we might classify some storms as good and others as bad, shouldn’t we still be excited for all of them? Shouldn’t we welcome the challenge to rely more heavily on our Savior, and trust in the strength of His rock? We’re promised that as we do so, we will not fall.
Sometimes my mind gets the best of me, and I become overly anxious about things. While the internet is filled with endless lists about how to deal with anxiety, I’ve found the most important thing, and the thing that brings the most lasting peace, is to remember my Savior, Jesus Christ. When I draw near to Him, I’m reminded that I am not alone, that everything I go through on this mortal journey is only meant to make me stronger and more humble. With an understanding of my eternal goals, I can put fears to rest, and stand confident that even when the winds howl and the rains descend, my house will not fall.
One way I draw near to the Savior is through music. I love the hymns, and I especially love hymns in Russian. I did a quick recording of Nearer My God to Thee:
And today I discovered an artist on YouTube named Simon Khorolskiy who creates gorgeous worship music videos! His arrangements and videography amaze me. I would love to have the resources to make stuff like his. Here is his version of the same song (I always find it so interesting to hear the different translations for songs.) :
If you want to gush over his awesome videos with me, comment below…