
that sends out its roots by the stream.
It does not fear when heat comes;
its leaves are always green.
It has no worries in a year of drought
and never fails to bear fruit.” – Jeremiah 17:8
I don’t know about you, but I have grown up in tornado alley all of my life. Luckily, most of that has been spent right at the edge of the alley. But tornados are still a very real part of life, none the less.
Today, I want to tell you two stories. Of two particular tornados.
The first, occurred when I was about 5 years old. We lived in Texas at the time, and a tornado had ripped through the town, in the dead of night. I woke up to glass on the floor of my bedroom, and when I walked out of the bedroom, my mom was diligently cleaning up the after-effects. I don’t know that I really even understood what had happened, just that there seemed to be a considerable mess in our house. I went to my afternoon at kindergarten, and everyone took turns discussing what they did during the tornado that night. I had nothing to share really. For all I knew, I had been in my bed the entire time and we hadn’t made any preparations. I was quite concerned about this, and brought it up to my mom when I returned home after school. At this time, she informed me that she had taken me out of my bed, and we had hunkered down in the bathtub for the duration of the storm, and when it was over she had returned me to my bed – as she couldn’t see any danger there (there was no glass in my bed or anything) – the storm had just blown out my window from the pressure. At the time, I simply marveled that I had slept through all of it – completely oblivious to the danger I had been in whilst I slept.
The second, occurred a few years later, I think I was about 8 or 9. We had moved out of Texas, and were in South Dakota now. It was evening, and I had been wandering around the house, looking for my mom. I didn’t find her, so I started to look outside. As soon as I stepped out the front door, there she sat in a lawn chair, looking to the west. I walked up to her and asked what she was up to.
She said, “Watching the storm coming.”
“Oh? There’s a storm coming?” – Seemed rather peaceful and tranquil outside.
“Yep, you see that sky above the trees?”
I looked, and confirmed that I saw this strange sky that didn’t match the landscape just on the other side of our shelterbelt.
“That’s tornado sky.”
In case you’ve never seen tornado sky, it’s green. It’s like vomit colored green sky. It has bizarre weird clouds, and it’s green. I mean, to this day, I cannot get over how bizarre the color is when it happens, and there is no mistaking it for anything else. Never have I seen the sky turn that color for another occasion. It immediately makes my stomach sink, every time.
Back to the story, at this point, I panic. Tornados=bad, right? So, I’m like, “Shouldn’t we go inside? Shouldn’t we do something?”
My mom says, “We will, in a little bit. It’s not here yet, we’re fine.” Now, our shelterbelt is maybe 100 yards from the house? Not too far, the edge of the storm is right there, as far as I’m concerned. But, we just sat there, and watched. As it got closer, the tops of the trees started to thrash. We watched as little particulates of stuff started to fly through the air, we watched as the rain started to hit the trees, and the thrashing became more violent. And as the wall of rain, got to about 25 yards from us, then my mom casually folded up her chair, and set it in the garage. And, turned and said, “Now it’s time to go in the house. Tell your father to get in the basement, there’s a tornado.” At this point, when I looked back into the storm, I could see the clouds starting to pull down into that unmistakable cyclone.
I was more than ready, as I bolted into the house, I hollered at my dad that there was a tornado, and mom says we need to get in the basement. Didn’t need to tell him twice. He came flying out of his recliner, and could’ve possibly past me on the way to the basement (I was closer to the door than he was, when I made the announcement.) We both practically fell over ourselves to get to safety. My mom? Nowhere to be seen. Minutes that felt like hours ticked by, and my mom was still upstairs. I would hustle half-way up the stairs and yell, “Aren’t you coming?” She’d reply, “Yes” and still not appear. What was going on?!? Finally, she came into the basement with us, with a 6-pack of soda in her hand and had a seat with us, while we watched the one window of the basement turn darker, and darker. We watched the grass outside the window lay flat. We watched it go completely dark outside. The rain assault the window pane. Then, it started to lighten, and the grass slowly start standing up, the rain becoming less and less, until it was gone, and the evening sun was shining again. We all headed upstairs to see what had happened. Our house, was still there. All windows in tact. We went outside to see what the rest of the property looked like. Seemed fine, some debris, some branches, but pretty ok overall. Then, we turned to the East, and there lay the path of the tornado. Like someone had taken a giant shovel and scooped out a part of the landscape, just across the road from our house, not 50 yards from us. The crops to our East, were flat, completely destroyed. The cornstalks didn’t stand a chance. Just a perfect line of destruction – directly in line with our house.
Now, I’ve told you all that, to tell you this. What has been on my heart these past few weeks was the storms in our lives. Some of them, come of out of nowhere, catch you totally off-guard. And others, you get to watch them. Coming to bear. Coming with the promise of utter destruction, of complete upheaval, with no mercy.
For all the storms I’ve survived in my life, both physical and circumstantial, I have learned that I’m with the most skilled survivalist, sailor, defender, shelter there is. The Great, Almighty God. All the physical storms have taught me how to survive the circumstantial ones. What can you do in the storm? Be prepared as you can be, and pray that you get to see the light when it’s over. Pray that God will give you the strength and understanding to know what to do next.
I’m currently in the storm that I get to watch on the horizon. The storm that’s slowly coming at me. That’s building up in intensity, that has turned the sky green. And, I’m just watching it. You know what my mom was doing while my dad and I were sitting in the basement? She was opening the windows around the house. I’m not 100% sure I understand, but there’s a snippit of knowledge out there that says if you open your windows before a tornado, it helps because the house is more easily able to “give” into the storm if the windows are open, instead of succumbing to it because of the incredible pressure there is during a tornado and all the windows being shut. I don’t know how much research has been done, or where this information came from, but I can tell you, that to this day, I open my windows. They could’ve discounted it by now, but it’s always worked for me, so I guess I’m sticking with it.
For the storm that I’m watching now, I have opened all the windows. I have secured what I can. I have my 6-pack of soda, and I’m sitting in the basement. I have literally done all I can, now all I can do is pray to see the light and know that my everlasting Savior is with me. Everything else is out of my hands. The other thing I noticed through both of these storms, and many other ones I watched and experienced with my parents over the years – is they’re very calm. They always seemed so at peace. They too, had this deeper understanding of storms. They believed that God was for them, not against them, and that He would make sure they came through to the other side, and would know how to deal with whatever came their way. They did everything they could to prepare, and trusted God for the rest.
I think that’s always one of the scariest parts of storms, what’s this going to look like when it’s over? What’s the aftermath? What do we do when this is all over? The answer, different. It’ll probably look different. I don’t know that any of us get through completely unscathed. But, we have a Great Big God, that will be there with us, whatever it looks like. That we can trust in Him, because He is already there, and He’s here with us. We don’t need to fear tomorrow, because was, and is, there. He’s in all our tomorrows, and todays. And, I’m currently just resting and waiting in that blessed assurance. That, God always was, is, and will be there for me, for every storm.
Let’s Pray
Dear Heavenly Father, Thank you. Thank you, that you are the Great Provider, Our Shelter, Our Comforter. Thank you, that our problems are only new to us. That You will be there with us, every step of the way. That you will watch over us and guide us. That You will help to us understand and navigate each situation. That you will make us steadfast in your ways. That You are the GREAT I AM. That you will give us the will and the perseverance to make it through each and every storm. That you bless the work of our hands, and the words from our lips as we go forth. That you guide us and are the light for our path. That we need only to trust in You. Thank you for your supernatural peace Father God. That we need not be anxious in anything, but just trust in You. IN JESUS’ NAME!! AMEN!!





