August 27, 2012
There is a storm brewing in the
Gulf today. For the past few days home
owners and businesses have been preparing for Isaac. Storm surges, high tide and increasing waves
precede his arrival like the herald trumpeting the arrival of the King. But Isaac does not come adorned in fine
array. Unlike the King’s regalia,
symbols of power and majesty, Isaac arrives bedecked in the scars of
destruction, grief, pain and much sorrow.
And here I sit in my tiny home, momentarily safe, quiet and free of the
burdensome tasks of batting down the hatches and storing up life essential
commodities. The only tremble of fear I
feel comes from the small red dog curled up next to me. Piper Grace senses what so many creatures of
the non-human form sense. She
instinctively feels the storm deep within.
Her body responds in a sequence of quivers and the need to draw closer
to that which appears secure. Piper does
not realize how unsteady her rock is.
She has no idea that her safe boulder teeters on the edge of
demise. If she knew this, would she
continue to suffocate my lap with her writhing uncertainties?
Where is my rock? Where is mysafe haven? Who do I run to when the
storms of life surge about me? Into
what lap can I leap to find warm comforting arms embracing me?
The storm has arrived. I am running to my rock.
From
the ends of the earth I call to you, I call as
my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
Psalm
61:2
New International Version (NIV)
New International Version (NIV)