I’m not feeling great this morning. My stomach was upset after dinner last night and that turned into heartburn and somewhere along the way, my left ear started hurting.
I finally got to sleeping well and strange noise started coming from my phone. It was a tornado warning until 2:15 a.m. I rounded everyone up and we headed to the basement as the sirens began to wail.
We hunkered down until the storm, at least the dangerous part of it, had passed. My ear was hurting really bad and my heartburn was killing me as I dragged my tired butt back to bed.
In this part of the country, basements are mighty handy. I can recall living in a trailer park (some of these places are called mobile home parks but the one I was living in at the time was definitely a trailer park) when a tornado was pretty close and not having a basement to hunker down in.
Me and my buddy sat in the living room watching the wall move in and out against the wind wondering when the wall was just going to go airborne and hoping we didn’t go airborne with it.
So my thoughts are foggy this morning after a night of aching ear, painful stomach and weather interruptions.
All that really hits me clearly through the fog is that I had a place of refuge to retreat to when the sirens started blaring and danger was imminent.
I spent a lot of time in this life walking on the high wire of life through the storms with no net and wondering why my falls hurt so bad.
I didn’t have enough sense to come in out of the storm, maybe, because I didn’t realize that I had a place of refuge to hunker down in.
Psalm 46:1 God is our refuge and strength,
an ever-present help in trouble.
2 Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way
and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea,
3 though its waters roar and foam
and the mountains quake with their surging.
I think there are times I forget that I have a refuge and I run in circles looking for a place to find shelter and wind up getting beat up by the storm because circles don’t do much to protect me.
I read somewhere to be still and know that he is God.
God is my refuge and my strength. That’s the two basic things needed to weather any storm.
At some point among the camping this past weekend and telling my grandson “no” eighty thousand times I heard him quote this bible verse.
Joshua 1:9 Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.”
I hope he remembers that as truth forever. Refuge is never far away. He’s never in a mobile home with not basement and no place to run when the weather gets rough. His refuge and strength is right there, right in his own heart ready to be exactly what he needs it to be.whenever he needs it.
Life isn’t so much about being Moses smacking a stick on a rock and seeing miracles happen. It is more about hunkering down when fear paralyzes me and finding the strength to weather the storm.
I hope some of this made sense today. I’m still trying to see where I am through the fog. Hunker down time is over, though and I have to face the day that is ahead of me.