In the aftermath of the fierce and tragic storms that have hit the southern part of our country, we all need the reminder of trusting in the midst. As much as I enjoy watching the weather, my heart aches for those that have been hurt or lost everything they owned to the ferocious winds and flying debris. I wrote this particular blog post a couple of years ago under similar circumstances….when my fellow citizens were living through the aftermath.
I am a bonafide weather geek. No doubt about it. I have NOAA and The Weather Channel on my computer. I love watching Storm Stories and am fascinated by the Weather in Motion maps, so that I am able to track storms in real time. Weather is a tricky business, and it can change at the last second…sparing one area, devastating another. People think they can predict what will happen days in advance…but, it’s all just an educated guess, isn’t it?
I don’t trust the meteorologists. It’s nothing personal, it’s just that they are not God. They cannot know, not really.
Tomorrow the area of the Mid-West that I live in is in the “red zone” for severe weather, dangerous winds, possible tornadoes.
I can “batten down the hatches” at my house. I can listen to the news. I can track the storms on my computer. I can try and be prepared, but I cannot trust that I alone can handle the storms that come my way. I can’t. I never could. Oh, I try, but, ultimately I am defenseless in the wake of the strong winds, crashing waves, and utter darkness of this life.
I do know someone that I can trust. Completely.
The One who can calm storms with the very sound of His voice. Sometimes He chooses to calm the storm and no one gets hurt. At other times the storms rage wild, life is torn to bits, people die. We ask the question that hangs heavy on the brokenhearted….. “God, where were You?”
He is there, in the midst. He never left. He never will.
Tragedy happens in this life. There are few of us that have never wept the tears of grief and pain. It is part of the human condition.
Storms do come. They will continue to come. I choose to cling to the Rock that holds steady through the strongest storms of this broken world.
Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High
will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the LORD, “He is my refuge and my fortress,
my God, in whom I trust.” Psalm 91