I have decided when I grow up I want to be a storm chaser.I think it’s so profound when you have a pretty good idea what you’re driving or walking into and you do it anyway. Ask my family or my friends at work and they will tell you that if we ever have a tornado, they will be in the center of the building hunkered down, hoping for the best and I will be outside with my camera hoping to get a GREAT picture!
The storms of life are not always so exciting for me to deal with. I pray that the Lord will calm them and many times He does, (Mark 4:39) but sometimes He doesn’t. And oh how hard it is for me to face the storm head on and hold to God’s unchanging hand!!More and more, I hear the Savior say, “Trust me, I know what I’m doing.Just hold on!”I know deep down inside that even if the enemy hits me with his best shot, his best is NEVER going to be good enough and when it’s all said and done, and when the smoke clears and the dust settles, I’m still going to be standing!!!My knees might be a little wobbly, but you can better bet that I won’t be waving a white flag of surrender!!
In September, 1989, we feared the threat of devastation and death from a category 5 Hurricane Hugo; the skies were black and ominous, the wind through the night hours was frightening and even in the Midlands of South Carolina we prepared for the worst.Twenty years later, my mind has distinctive images etched forever of the morning after…the most piercing crystal clear blue I have ever witnessed in a cloudless sky...I thought at the time how “clean” the air was.I hope I can look half as beautiful after surviving MY “storms”.
I decided a long time ago that I didn’t want to be a “fair weather” Christian, so I signed up for the whole gamut.I’m not sorry.After all, I’m following in the footsteps of the Master of the Wind.
