Depending on where you are in life and where you’ve been, you may have a different outlook than I. It’s surreal for me to sit back and think of the storms I’ve been through. There’s always that one storm that sticks out in our minds as the one that changed everything. A storm so filled with chaos and destruction…yet you remain. You remain alongside a few stubborn trees refusing to surrender to the wrath of nature which surrounds it. You remain after the debris has been tossed about every which way by the blowing of harsh winds. Debris that lingers on long after that storm destroys most in its path.
Some may prefer the storm but you know better. You’ve experienced the storm. You’ve nestled in its bitter cold and made shelter among its shadows. The devastation that comes during and after is only matched by the abruptness of its presence. How gut-wrenching to have warmth, love, and shelter harshly removed. Yet you remain. You remain but for a while, sometimes a very long while, unlike those few trees, you wish you hadn’t.
The hurricane had been announced. Clearly one should prepare. We make foolish mistakes leading up to its début. We overthink and overprepare in vain. Seeking shelter amongst those who’ve never even seen the dark clouds like the ones you’ve faced. Everyday requirements are depleted. You thirst but nothing is available to quench the desiccated season of this life. You scatter about, fighting to fill yourself with all you believe you need and must have. As things run low then run out, substitutions and alternatives take to play. One would think this happenstance, which really isn’t, would cause more wreckage than that of a storm…that storm. This hurricane, however, had been announced. No matter the detruction…No matter the few trees it swallows in rage, trees left behind by that storm…It’s the knowing and the aftermath that gives relief to my pierced heart. A heart pierced by the branches of those trees that once stood so tall and proud. The hurricane swoops in and declutters it all. Leaving nothing from the past, only that which should be saved.
The one that controls and allows the storm to come to pass and gives the hurricane its time to dwell among us, doesn’t sleep. His servants come and bring provision. I drink and am no longer thirsty. I still remain.
Psalms 107:28-29 Then they cried out to the Lord in their trouble, and he brought them out of their distress. He stilled the storm to a whisper; the waves of the sea were hushed.
…No matter what type of storm, he is able to quiet them all and grant you the peace you desire.