Wednesday. Some call it ‘hump day’, others ‘slump day’. Whatever the case, it’s half way through the work week for most of us … mid point between weekends. Depending on what we’ve accomplished or what we still have left to do, Wednesday’s arrival provokes us to press on, either eagerly or in desperation.
For those of us participating in March Madness and/or Speedbo, this particular Wednesday also heralds the approach of mid month. One more day and we should be embarking on the second half of our dash to the finish line, eyeing our goals like banana split and chocolate sundae rewards.
I know I’m not anywhere near half way to my goals … not the ones I committed to. But there’s no desperation in my spirit. Not yet, anyway. I’m dawdling along, but I’m doing other things on the side. I’m replenishing my creativity, revitalizing my writing spirit … refilling the well, albeit in rather unexpected ways.
Yesterday our family experienced the power of nature, as the biggest windstorm in thirty years hit the area. Hurrican-force winds gusted to 137 km/hr, and for the coastal city where we’re visiting, that meant the ocean picked up logs as if they were toothpicks and tossed them up the beach, over the walkways and onto the highway. Huge century old trees toppled, sometimes several at a time. Telephone poles broke, and power lines came down.
Although I know they can be dangerous and cause great destruction and inconvenience, I love the wildness of major storms. I find them exhilarating. The unleashed power of wind and waves is awesome. When it subsides, I am always reminded of this scripture:
And I want to reply for Elijah with words from Isaiah: “Then said I, Here am I, Lord.” [Isaiah 6:8b, KJV]
God is all powerful, yet there’s something about his still, small voice that over-reaches all the bluster and violence and gets to me. I am always re-energized by the knowledge of his presence. I’m ready to move ahead once more.