Just when things seemed to be settling into a bit of a humdrum routine, excitement swept in to take us by storm. Literally.
The week was progressing normally. I had noticed that rain was in the forecast, but I had not considered it beyond the thought that it would be good for my garden. Then, I went to HEB, and I realized that this week was not normal. The entire store felt frenzied, almost apocalyptic. People were buying bottled water, tuna, soda, and beer by the cartload. The checkout line took 45 minutes. Something was happening. Hurricane Harvey was coming.
I have basically no experience with hurricanes, except for a post-Katrina mission trip to New Orleans, and the devastation I witnessed there probably pushes me toward a little more fear than is reasonable. I also don’t know what a heart attack feels like, but I think I was on the verge of one for most of the morning yesterday.
Sometime in the middle of my hysteria, I received a text message. The high school is short a math teacher. They want to know if I am interested. Didn’t I just deal with these feelings? Are they already back? Yes. Yes, they are.
So here I am, tossed about by the impending literal storm and the very present emotional one. The humdrum routine has completely disappeared, washed away just like my garden will probably be in what I foolishly assumed would just be some rain.
I’m praying for peace today. Peace and clarity. Could you use a little of that too? I bet you could.
Lord, help me to focus on you in the storms that toss my fragile self about. Help me to see your power in the wind and the waves and to remember that you command the storm. Clear my mind of distress, that I may see you and your plan clearly. You bring peace in the routine and in the excitement. Help me to embrace that peace. Your will be done. Amen.