Storm Watching

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:

       “Go out and stand before me on top of the mountain, the Lord said to him. Then the Lord passed by and sent a furious wind that split the hills and shattered the rocks—but the Lord was not in the wind. The wind stopped blowing, and then there was an earthquake—but the Lord was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake there was a fire—but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire there was the soft whisper of a voice. When Elijah heard it, he covered his face with his cloak and went out and stood at the entrance of the cave. A voice said to him, ‘Elijah, what are you doing here?'”   [1 Kings 19:11-13, GNT]


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.


7 thoughts on “Storm Watching

  1. Judith Robl says:

    Love your thoughtfulness and analogies. You are a teacher at heart. After being an artist with the camera.

  2. All the best plans of mice and men comes to mind. We can rail against it, we can object its awesome presence in our life, but non can control or predict the wonder of nature unleashed. Crazy that I am, I often went down to the shore during a storm to wrap myself in the majesty of the ocean as she churns up her foaming white and slaps against the sand. Love the photos as always, Carol.

  3. Katt says:

    I love storms too, as long as I am safely inside. I’ve heard people tell me they are afraid. There is a quiet beauty in the violence of the wind and lightning—-and then the calm after the storm. Kinda like our lives—– Again, beautiful pictures—and great post!
    Love ya

  4. Nature is cleaning house. I find there is usually one good storm with high winds and rain just before the good weather starts to come in. Great photos.

  5. careann says:

    A good Wednesday morning to everyone! It’s stormy again today, but not as wild as it was on Monday. I like Cedarpineword’s idea that nature is cleaning house. It’s certainly giving things here a thorough washing and wind-whipping! It’s a good day to stay indoors, visit with family (and maybe a friend, if she gets here), and do some writing.

  6. Storms are exciting and scary at the same time. But they do show God’s majesty. I’m glad it appears all are ok at your place. (We have the hurricanes, here.)

  7. Shari Green says:

    Great recap of the storm, both in your words & in your photos. 🙂

    For me, the power of storms always draws to mind the awesome power of God. But then, as you said, there is the still, small voice, the quiet after the storm, that compels us to listen, and we find God is there, too.

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