My Umbrella

My Umbrella

As I traveled expediently down the interstate, as I often do, I noticed the sky quickly turn from it once sun shining glory, to its darkest day of doom.  “Great!”, I thought, I’ve driven all this way and five minutes before I arrive the sky decides to release a deluge of rainfall.

So I arrive at my destination, grab my umbrella, and head into the building.  As I got closer to the entrance I noticed a nice covered driveway where husbands and fathers were dropping off their wives and children keeping them dry and safe from the sky’s falling doom.

I thought to myself, “Now who’s going to drop me off.”  “That sure would be nice.” Just as I had completed that thought, another came. It’s amazing how quickly my mind switches channels.  I thought, “I actually had to use my umbrella!”  It was in that moment, I realized that most of my life God has somehow literally been “My Umbrella.”

See, no matter where I go, it can be raining cats-and-dogs, but once I arrive to my destination the rain somehow comes to a halt.  It will either stop completely or lighten up just long enough for me to get into the building. To be honest I’m a single lady and my mind was thinking of how nice it would be to have a man cover me in such a way. In that moment I knew God had allowed me to get caught in the rain to remind me that He had done even better, he had literally kept me from getting caught in downpours of rain.  Not to say there is anything wrong with men blessing and covering their families, it was just for a moment I desired something I already possessed.

As I pondered the revelation, I began to see a giant hand with an umbrella in it.  This giant hand was walking with me through some of my darkest days.  I could see it shielding me from the worst of the downpours and that there were smaller splatters and splashes that would touch the lower parts of my body, but they were minor compared to the downpour the umbrella had shielded me from.

I began to see that as harsh, as those seasons were, “My Umbrella” had taken the brunt of the damage. It had withstood time and time again, hail, lightening, wind, rain; it never left its place.  Suddenly those dark seasons of my life didn’t seem so dark anymore.  With new eyes, I could see his grace, his favor, his love, and his compassion for me. In that moment I gained a deeper revelation of 2 Corinthians 4:17.  “For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all.” Now those dark days don’t seem so heavy and dark anymore.

So as you continue on life’s journey, be reminded that no matter how painful the sting, your Heavenly Father has shielded you from the worst. May He give you a fresh, new perspective of your hardships and may he turn your mourning into dancing! May He forever be your Umbrella!

Author:  Petrina Milan

Facebook:  @eyesofanovercomer

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Twitter:  @petrina_milan

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