It had been a few days of normal routine and she was tired from being too busy. As she headed for home after a hectic day working with students, she noticed how calm the air felt. Almost stifling, but not hot. She had not talked to Jesus since her time with Him on the boat so she quickly breathed a prayer. “Lord, help me face whatever is in front of me”. She didn’t stop to think if she believed that her prayer was heard or even if she felt prepared for what lay ahead. She was at peace knowing He was in control and would never leave her. In the back of her mind she could sense that a storm was coming but the horizon was clear. Maybe I just need a good sleep in order to gain perspective.
She got lost in her thoughts as she walked the thirty minutes home. Somehow she sensed that she should look up and that is when she saw it coming. A cloud was forming and was beginning to rotate. The funnel was developing right in front of her. It wasn’t very wide but it was about to hit her house where her daughters were. Although she was concerned, she had no reason to be worried because God always protected His chosen. She was chosen because she had spent some great times with Jesus through a few storms. She looked around but Jesus was no where to be seen so this was going to be no big deal. She knew He would change the course of the tornado just before it hit her family. He promised to protect her and she would show Him what a good believer she was and laugh about this close call later.
But the tornado was still swirling in the direction of her house lifting debris off the ground. She started running towards, but she was still a fair distance from her house. She stood gazing in unbelief as it touched down on her house and then lifted and sat just above the rooftop. She sat down on the side of the road. How had she watched the tornado destroy her house and yet had never felt the wind. She had no time for reflection. Her daughters were in the house and she needed to get to them. She forgot about how tired she was and rushed inside. Debris from the impact of the wind had fallen on her youngest daughter. She was covered in cuts and blood and was laying on the floor with a piece of glass protruding from her abdomen. The older sister came stumbling into the room as tears streamed down her cheeks. Both girls were in shock. She kicked into crisis mode and wrapped her bleeding daughter in a blanket. Then the three of them huddled in the corner.They could hear a sound like a freight train outside as a second tornado was touching down. She knew her house could not withstand another strike. She wondered why the house was still standing and then realized that they were in the eye of the tornado. She gathered her daughters close and whispered, “Everything is going to be okay.” Just as suddenly as the storm started it lifted and the sun came out.
First came the elation feeling after having survived a traumatic event, then as reality sunk in she became aware that her daughter needed medical attention. Finding a strength she never knew she had, she took her wounded daughter to the hospital and sat beside her waiting for the doctor.
“It doesn’t look good. We will do what we can to help her.” Those were not the words she was hoping to hear. Where was the peace she experienced a few short days ago? Where was Jesus? She needed Him and He wasn’t coming to meet with her. Was it really true that He would never leave her? She needed a miracle and supernatural strength to make it through the night and Jesus was nowhere to be seen. Even though her older daughter wasn’t hurt physically, she needed care to help her deal with this crisis. She curled up in a ball and stared into space. This was way more than she could deal with. After a few hours, love for her daughters enabled her to get up and move forward. She didn’t know if she was numb or at peace.