My eyes can’t believe the images of Oklahoma. That storm was a mindless giant. Wild and ruthless. Leaving nothing in its wake. Just rubble. Miles upon miles of rubble.
Can you even believe anyone survived? It’s incredible. Many are dead but many are alive.
I looked at the eyes of the interviewed survivors. I saw utter numbness. But all too soon that will wear off.
They survived a horror. And now they will need to survive. Every day.
When the adrenaline is gone. And the shock wears off. And reality is all-consuming. And the disaster relief fundraisers are long forgotten by the rest of us. When night terrors hold them. And the memories stay strong.
Survival is chronic. A marathon. A lifelong companion.
Oh how we need Yahweh. For we have all survived something. And we all survive every day. And humans were created to be fueled by His power and sustained by His Love. To attempt survival without Him is a desperate and bare journey. Oh how we need Yahweh.
My heart lays low today for those who were whirled and thrown by that storm. That storm and all the storms in our world today. The natural storms. Political storms. Storms of war. Storms of hatred. Whirlwinds of hunger. Displacement. Ruin. Disease. We are facing storms on all sides.
Today I sit hidden in Him, my Rock. And gather strength and hope from His Love. He holds me amidst the whirlwinds. He carries me when the storms prevail. And he will deliver me into beautiful eternity when my days of survival here are over. Oh how we need Yahweh.
Praying for my human race. That our eyes would see His Love. That our hearts would embrace Him. None should have to be without Him.
For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence, for my hope is from him. He only is my rock and my salvation, my fortress; I shall not be shaken. On God rests my salvation and my glory; my mighty rock, my refuge is God. Trust in him at all times, O people; pour out your heart before him; God is a refuge for us. Selah. (Psalm 62:5-8 ESV)