Friday, August 26, 2011

Power Unleashed

We've been watching the hurricane news, in the midst of biking along the ocean, building sand creations, and skim boarding. The surf has been growing like a teenage boy, and the waves look like West coast waves. You just don't normally see surf like this in Hilton Head. This morning, as I sit on the back deck overlooking a lagoon, the limbs draped with spanish moss are snapping like flags in the wind. While the hurricane is supposed to miss us, it is headed for my boy in Boston. I am praying it will just quietly head out to sea and disappear.

However, the gusts that then swirl through the trees surrounding the lagoon are yelling their warning.The small birds in the trees are unusually vocal, squawking their tiny protest to the enormous power about to be unleashed.

I sat in the surf yesterday, in my little beach chair, after building a giant sand bullfrog. I even closed my eyes, thinking perhaps I should try this thing called napping on the beach. Then an enomous wave rolled in and toppled me over backwards.
That's what comes of napping on the beach.
"Oh we should have gotten that on video!" laughed Asherel.

Watching those waves, hearing the swirling wind now, and seeing the ominous images of the hurricane on the TV, I am increasingly aware of how small I am. I don't mean dress size...I mean how insignificant all humans are in the cosmos filled with pounding surf, category 3 hurricanes, earthquakes, or volcanos. When we are pitted against Mother Nature, we are going to have our little chairs toppled backwards every time.

Hurricanes have a way of bringing us to our knees...literally and figuratively. In the end, one way or another, my life is in His hands.
One can't appeal to a hurricane for mercy. But time and again, the one who can stir or scatter the hurricane winds reminds me He longs for me to make my appeal to Him.

Job 1:19 NIV

when suddenly a mighty wind swept in from the desert and struck the four corners of the house. It collapsed on them and they are dead, and I am the only one who has escaped to tell you!"

Psalm 80:2-7 NIV

before Ephraim, Benjamin and Manasseh.
Awaken your might;
come and save us. Restore us, O God;
make your face shine on us,
that we may be saved. How long, Lord God Almighty,
will your anger smolder
against the prayers of your people? You have fed them with the bread of tears;
you have made them drink tears by the bowlful. You have made us an object of derision to our neighbors,
and our enemies mock us. Restore us, God Almighty;
make your face shine on us,
that we may be saved.
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