I was sitting on my porch one morning, feet propped up, sipping hot coffee, enjoying the cool breeze while hummingbirds flew all around me. It has been a rough week for the folks in the panhandle of Florida and south Alabama this last week.
I woke up not sticky for the first time in days.
I find that I do my best pondering . . . reflecting . . . on the front porch . . . in the stillness . . . of nature.
I enjoy my quiet times and reading of Scripture there more than any other place in my home.
As a mere human I can not know the mind of Christ, but I can trust His heart and plan . . . and KNOWING Him as my personal Lord and Savior . . . that means having MORE than just a Sunday relationship with Him . . . meaning I commune with Him and have learned to listen to Him . . .
I sensed Him speaking.
The conversation went sorta like this . . .
“Lord, WHAT is the DEAL with THIS year?!?” (I was grumbling, frustrated, and foul.) First you allow a pandemic and quarantines which brought isolation. Now this – a hurricane! I don’t get it. Why?”
“Remember that busyness problem you have? How you relished the stillness the first few weeks of quarantine? Remember how you didn’t realize just how busy you were? Look at your calendar again.”
I had picked up busy again.
I fell into that trap that Satan likes to keep me in.
I became diverted again.
Missing the mark of being still – slowing down – focusing on my relationship with Him and my home/family.
Even in taking a sabbatical from teaching for a few months, knowing I will be a caregiver through my husband’s upcoming surgeries – I STILL allowed other things to fill my mind and schedule.
Now I won’t nor would I ever sit here and tell you that is the ONLY reason the Lord allowed a natural disaster to rock the panhandle – for me personally . . . that is just ONE of the ways the Lord has brought good through disaster.
But I do believe God is sifting us. There is a reckoning coming to America. He is forcing us to turn to Him because we have ignored Him for so long.
Again and again through trauma and disaster He has brought Genesis 50:20 to life.
And I’m thankful.
I don’t know what your disaster is today that you are facing . . . maybe you are facing financial burdens or a wayward child, maybe you are facing health challenges or a failing business . . . maybe your heart is mourning the loss of a child or spouse . . . but I do know the One that puts boundaries for the seas, Who knows the number of grains of sand, Who knows the exact number of hairs on your head, Who knows the exact number of your days, and Who knows your innermost being . . .
Whatever the disaster is you are facing this very moment . . . He’s got you.
He will lift you up.
He will hold your hand.
He will gently lift your chin.
He will comfort you in your time or need.
He will sustain you.
He will help you catch your breath when you can’t breath.
He will carry you when you can’t put one foot in front of the other.
And I know this because of His own faithfulness to me through my own disasters.
He. Will. Sustain. You.
And in due season . . . Good will prevail.
Our Lord is not a God of disorder but of peace.
And as hard as it is today, you will see how He uses the bad – the heartache or trauma – for His good – even when it doesn’t make sense now.
Even when you want to ask “why?”
One day you will look back and say, “now I understand.”
Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Consider him who endured such opposition from sinners, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart. Hebrews 12:1-3