Ever since I was four years old, I’ve lived in the Midwest. While I’ve experienced my fair share of tornado warnings and basement nights, I’ve never had to experience what it’s like being in a hurricane. My parents, on the other hand, grew up in the Caribbean and have stories of what it’s like. But just because I’ve never experienced a physical hurricane doesn’t mean I haven’t experienced an emotional or spiritual one.
It’s pretty much inevitable that throughout life, we’ll weather many storms, some of which are of our own volition, but some that are out of our control. While every storm is different, there’s one thing that’s consistent among hurricanes: the eye, the center. In the midst of every storm is a place of calm, a rest from the winds. God never promised smooth sailing, but He has promised that we can find peace in the midst.
Some people would rather brave the winds than make God the center, but I won’t take my chances. Choosing anything but Him will ultimately shipwreck us, if not in this storm, then in the next. He doesn’t cause the storms, but those to run to Him can find protection and strength in the midst of them.
Right now, I feel like I’m the eye of a storm, watching the winds and waves churn, but knowing that I’m anchored in place by my hope in Him. I feel the peace, and I know that even as the other half of the storm moves closer, the end will be a time of rebuilding and restoration. With every storm, I learn something new that helps me when the next storm shows up on my radar.