“[An angel spoke to Elijah] ‘Go, stand on the mountain at attention before God. God will pass by.’ A hurricane wind ripped through the mountains and shattered the rocks before God, but God wasn’t to be found in the wind; after the wind an earthquake, but God wasn’t in the earthquake; and after the earthquake fire, but God wasn’t in the fire; and after the fire a gentle and quiet whisper.” 1 Kings 19:11-12
Every now and then Arizona experiences a rare thunder burst, which is a wind storm similar to a tornado. Roofs are damaged; trees and power poles land on the streets like giant pick-up-sticks and flatten cars in its way. Usually, they are not wide-spread like a tornado and the damage is cleared away and life goes on.
All too often, there are storms within the home. Families suffer from domestic violence, children are assaulted by the people they trust to care for them, and elderly become victims of their worn out caregivers. These storms leave devastating damage that can’t be seen as easily as a car crushed by a fallen tree.
I’ve walked through a few storms and fortunately they didn’t turn into “thunder bursts.” Instead of trying to outlast the storm alone, I sought help from family, friends, and professionals, and I’ve trusted God who assures me he is not in the storm but there to help me move on.
Dear God, while a storm hovers over my heart and soul, give me hope to move on. Amen.