About 30 minutes south of my house in Tupelo, there has been lots of damage from tornadoes. Others in our state and surrounding states aren't as fortunate and lives have been lost. Please pray for peace for those families.
Recovery from a disaster is an emotional process. It's the time following a major adrenaline rush and the aftermath of the terror that you never really think about. We are all watching from our cozy, comfy, couches while others are searching for loved ones. We are watching selfishly upset that our nightly television programs are interrupted and we forget about those who are out there picking up the pieces of their lives.
Thinking back on that day, reminds me of my childhood and my precious grandfather. That man should've been a meteorologist. He loves to read the weather. When he would call and say that the storms were coming, you'd better be in the storm house or else! We had a few close calls, but never any major damage.
I can remember days like that when as a child when my mother would banish us to the basement to wait out the storm. In my childlike mind, I looked forward to those days. They were fun because aunts and uncles would come over and cousins were playmates. The anticipation of the unknown and the mood that the adults had was an adventure in our innocent and ignorant minds. We had a large basement and room to run. As I got older and more aware, I became fascinated with the storms. Instead of listening to my mother and seeking shelter like sane people, I loved to stand outside and watch the storms roll by. It is a beautiful, majestic and terrifying sight. All the power of God, rolling and rumbling, crashing and thrashing across the sky. It seemed to me that it was just another way of God letting us know that He is in control and that as much as we as humans want to control our own lives, ultimately, we are minute specks in the overall picture. Today, amidst the chaos of the storms and loss I am reminded of this. God is in control. He is majestic.
It also makes me nostalgic.I'm thankful for my salvation. The knowledge that if my life ended in the next hour, my story doesn't end. I will meet St Peter at the pearly gates and my name is written in the book of life. I know this. How? You might ask. Simple. I placed my faith and my life in Jesus Christ. I believe that when he hung on that cross so many years ago, that he died for my sins. I have since acknowledged that I am a sinner- no doubts there. And I have confessed those sins. I felt a conviction on my heart and admitted my sins. I asked Jesus into my heart. He resides within me. I am a Christian. I find myself at times unsure of what I'm supposed to be doing with my life, but then, it's days like the one when the tornadoes ravaged a town and I think, it's not about me. My life is to glorify Christ and to spread his love and his mercy and goodness. My life may end tomorrow, but if it does, I hope that you will remember me as a Christian woman.
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