Storm

Last night was scary. I am not one to flip out over bad weather.  But I’ve had some narrow misses in the last five years and I’ve seen up close the destruction a tornado can do.  So nobody had to twist my arm to get me to hunker down in the hallway.  WDAM did a good job of letting us know the seriousness of the situation and the potential for destruction, but as I sat on the hardwood of the hallway I began to feel something deep inside me, a nagging, sick feeling, like an internal warning going off within the deepest part of me. 

I began to panic and my heart was racing. I knew it was bad, I mean I KNEW knew that the tornado was coming. The power had gone out and the WDAM app had long since stopped working, but I didn’t need anybody to tell me it was coming.  As I heard debris battering the house I began to spontaneously think of storms in the Bible. Now, I don’t normally think of such things in an emergency but everything was different last night.  I thought of Jonah and the storm he was in when he attempted to run away from God.  Of course I thought of Noah and the flood and I felt a bit of reassurance.  “God, you promised to never destroy us with a flood like that again, but you didn’t say anything about getting knocked in the head by flying debris in a tornado…”

Mostly I thought of Jesus and the disciples out on the Sea of Galilee. I’ve read that this sea is known for its violent storms that come up suddenly as fierce winds blow off the Golan Heights—ten foot waves, y’all.  I knew at that moment that no matter what my nervous system was telling me, this storm was ordained by God and controlled by Him and a bit of comfort came over me.  I made a concerted effort to control my breathing and fool my limbic system.  When a storm like that is raging right outside it’s hard to keep your eyes on Jesus, I can tell you from this experience.  But somehow, knowing that He was in control kept me from totally wigging out as that massive, roaring train came over the house, as the wind rushed in under the doors.

“God, You are my Creator and Creator of this storm.  You have promised to never leave me or abandon me.  You are absolutely committed to me, Jesus.  If I profess to believe that, then I ought to be able to laugh in the face of this meteorological disturbance. I believe You, Lord. You are not rattled, Jesus.  I don’t know if I can be unrattled right now but I trust You. Thank You for protecting me and mine.”

My house was spared but others weren’t.  I don’t know why. I am hurting for Hattiesburg.  There are more storms coming tonight and so many are displaced with no roof over their heads.  Please pray for the people of the Pine Belt. May the peace of God move in and hover over the whole area, may it cover us all.

 

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