One of the movies I have watched more times than I probably should admit is from the mid 1990’s, Twister. It captivated my curiosity for storm watching. I love the power, and intensity that a good thunder and lighting show can bring and this show amps it up that much more in that these storms are the centre of tornado country. In the movie they are chasing the tornados in the attempt of creating a tracking device to allow for warnings etc. Of course there is a romance story in the middle of it ( I love romance – so storms and romance, who wouldn’t want to watch it 10 times?) and all ends well.
Years ago my son and I were heading back from a karate seminar in the USA mid west. We got to the Dakotas and realized that we were driving into what appeared to be the most amazing intersection of the two storms. We passed a sign that said to turn the radio to a certain station for storm alerts. We put that on and found out that we were in an area where an active tornado was taking place and all warnings said to take cover in the nearest community. We tried two small towns and they were buttoned up like a warm winter coat on a cold day, no one was around. So, we had no choice but to continue to drive. There were others on the freeway that were facing the same dilemma and we continued west. We started counting lighting flashes at every 3 seconds all around us and watched the sky get darker and darker. I had to hang on to the steering wheel of the car with white knuckles because the car was being pushed from side to side. Then all of a sudden, it was just calm came into the rain, fresh, clear rain. The sky was filled with clouds still, but the darkness had lifted and driving was easier. We noticed a sign for a motel that was open and pulled in, we found refuge, safe from the storm that continued on its way.
Life feels like a storm at times, dark, cold and having to hang on with “white knuckles” so we aren’t taken under by the force of the things around us. Since June our family has been in such a storm. Our motorcycle accident and knowing how close death was in that accident for both of us. Then one of our main guys at work was seriously hurt. Now the seriousness of Ashley’s post surgery complications. The pain and impact that this is having on her body, and the lives of Corey and the girls and knowing that we are even more weeks and months until this storm will pass. There are days that the clouds feel so heavy and dark and I can’t find a place to get out of the storm. I feel like hanging on is all I can do because the impact of the storm takes my breath away and all I want to do is sit and cry. Sometimes I do cry, sob actually, I feel helpless… like we are perishing.
I was reminded about the disciples in the boat:
“On that day, when evening had come, he said to them, “Let us go across to the other side.” And leaving the crowd, they took him with them in the boat, just as he was. And other boats were with him. And a great windstorm arose, and the waves were breaking into the boat, so that the boat was already filling. But he was in the stern, asleep on the cushion. And they woke him and said to him, “Teacher, do you not care that we are perishing?” And he awoke and rebuked the wind and said to the sea, “Peace! Be still!” And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm. He said to them, “Why are you so afraid? Have you still no faith?” And they were filled with great fear and said to one another, “Who then is this, that even the wind and the sea obey him?” Mark 4: 35-41