I
know there are so many people in harms way. I tried to pray for them
too – butmostly I just prayed for us.
The
human race thinks they are superior. Leaders of nations think they
are important, that the things they do and say are so spectacular.
But you know what? All it takes is a natural disaster and poof!All
they ever were – gone.
At Luke 21:25-26 Jesus described this kind of storm. I don't know
exactly if he meant it this way, but he surely described it perfectly
to me – look it up in your own bible.
We
are just tiny bits of dust – our lives are so short, we waste so
much time on meaningless crap.
I
was so scared. If something awful happened like the roof blowing off,
there was no place to run to – no where to hide. In that screaming
vortex of a storm, I was alone – but not really alone. I prayed for
“the peace of Jehovah that excels all thought”, when I finally
allowed myself to except that peace, I was less terrified. The horses
were all so quiet, so calm. I prayed that they too would have that
peace. I believe my prayers were answered. Hour after hour the storm
raged on. Whenever there wa a lull I would run to the front barn to
check and care for Rose and Belle. Though Belle is extremely
claustrophobic and is a perpetual stall walker, all was snug and
tight over there. We all endured.
My
friend Catherine Marguerite we owns Belle and is my helper, broke her
ankle three weeks ago, prayed for us and kept in touch, but we just
needed the storm to be over. No one could help us – except the
creator of the universe – and he did.
Ironically
it was Tim, Solomon and Gabriel who physically comforted me. I am a
“mare person” and have never really identified much with the
boys, but both Solomon and Tim wrapped their necks around me when
they could and gently nudged me and Gabriel who is generally
obnoxious and noisy, planted the softest loving kiss square on my
face. They all said “all is well, we are here with you, don't be
afraid”.
I
hate to be afraid. Hate to have no control. I spend too much time
being afraid. One of these days my adrenals are just going to meet
down and that will be the end of Nina – if it's possible to die of
fear, I probably will.
And
then – just like that – it was over. Looking for damage, I found
none. Not a tree down, not a shingle blown off. A few light things
had blown around a bit, but all was well. The earth had been washed
clean. Wet things sparkled and the mud was quite excessive, but out
dear old barn held up. We were safe.
In
my prayers I said if this barn held together during this I would stop
whining about how we need our own farm and know that this was where
we needed to stay until otherwise directed.
And
so, here we stay. We need to do a great deal of work to shore things
up for another winter here. I don't think the rotting sills will
survive another 31 inches of snow on the roof. But w have the best
well in the word. No matter what – we have water!
I
pray for all those everywhere who were effected by this storm, but it
should be a wake up call for all of us that we are but specks of dust
in the wind. Make your instant in time mean something. May Jehovah's
will take place in your lives -
Nina
I
love heroes. Those amazing coast guard people willing to go out in
that raging storm to pluck those ship wreck survivors from the ocean
in a helicopter were some of the bravest people I've ever seen. The
greatest thing that any person can do is risk or give their own lives
to save another. That is what Jesus himself did. I believe these are
very, very special people. I am grateful that there are such ones. I
know they will be blessed.
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