…was a radio show back in the day. This Irma’s not so friendly though. As my wife and I wait her arrival in SW Florida, we have undergone all the vicissitudes of the weather–from anxiety, to calm, to terror and even laughter. Last night my son in Houston, called. Since our prayers for his family’s safety from Harvey were answered, I prayed with faith, “Oh, Lord, calm this vicious storm. Reduce its winds and floods to a category three or even two.” My son, Wade replied, “Look, Dad, if I’m going to ask for a miracle, I’m going all the way, “Lord, reduce the winds to a tropical depression.” “Never mind,” I told him, “I was at Walmart last night and believe me, there’s lots of depression here already.”
Slow and steady, Charlene and I are praying as though it all depends on God and working as though it all depends on us. We have done pretty much all we can do to secure our stuff. At this writing, I not only feel physically strong for my 77 years, but even better, the storm in my heart has died down, leaving me with an odd sense of well-being. You might be thinking, “The old man has really flipped his lid this time!”” Be assured. I have never felt so sane.
When I had Stage IV cancer, my son advised me to praise God, which I did, on long walks and found victory. I’m finding it easier this time around. So, while Charlene naps with her cat, I’m in my room with my wonder dog Quincy, (Did you know dog is God spelled backwards?). I’m offering these words of hope and comfort as assurances of our well-being as we face the storm within and without.
Fear has fled in the face of joy. Psalms, hymns, songs and promises like, “Rejoice in the Lord always.“ and “My peace I give you,” have taken on new meaning. While many have fled the area, Charlene and I have God’s assurance we are to remain in our home. Some may say, “Flee like a bird to the mountain, but we have already fled– straight into the arms of God. Psalm 11.1. Well, not many mountains in Florida, anyway and if we went to a shelter, Charlene couldn’t take her special recliner needed as she recovers from recent shoulder surgery. Besides, we would have to leave our children, Quincy and Annabelle behind. Not happening.
“And so my heart is glad. My soul is full of joy. My body also dwells in safety, without fear.” The words of of the Psalmist kind of reflects my present mood, but it could change in a moment. This 2nd verse from the Finlandia hymn has always been special to me. Now it’s much more so.
Be still, my soul; thy God doth undertake
To guide the future as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence, let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul; the waves and winds still know
His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below.
This song has also been helpful, especially when I sing them out loud.
You are my hiding place. You always fill my heart
With songs of deliverance, whenever I am afraid
I will trust in You. I will trust in You.
Let the weak say I am strong in the strength of the Lord
Finally, because “It is well with my soul,” I believe Charlene, sensing my well-being, is finding it as well .
Be safe out there.