THE WINDS
The other day I was driving home on the interstate and without warning, the winds began to push my car to the left. It felt like someone was poking the side of my car and forcing me to move into the other lane.
Then they started to howl.
I looked up and saw this circular, dark mass over my head stretching on for miles. Light and the possibility of hope danced around the edge of this gloom, but it was far off into the distance on every side.
If I could just reach the edge of this storm!
Lightning struck in every direction, and the flashes were hurting my head. Trees and farmland surrounded me. I had no where to escape.
I held onto the steering wheel for dear life trying to keep my car straight. The winds blew left, I turned the wheel a hard right. When the winds held their breath, I corrected with a sharp left. I was a matchbox car in a wind tunnel.
I called my friend to see if there was a tornado, and she said the radar showed a red mass right where I was driving. Red is as bad as it gets.
Thankfully no tornado was mentioned, but there were 50 mph straight-lined winds.
I know. I felt them.
THE DECISION
Then a flash of light above me lit the sky. It looked like a hand with five fingers scratching across the blackness.
I just had to get to the edge of this thing. I could see the light! It was there. It’s a place where the storm did not touch.
I was so close.
Should I stop and wait for the storm to pass or keep going and focus on the light?
I kept going. I could see it!
The winds would not let up, but lightning came in quick successions making it appear that the darkness it created suddenly transformed into light. It was lying to me.
I was so close to what was real! The true light was getting bigger and bigger.
Then, the winds started to slow. Above me was still menacing and the sides were still hopeless, but in the rear view mirror, the storm’s length extended longer in the back than in the front. I was almost there.
THE HOPE
The fear and worry holding me captive lost its grip. I finally made it out. The storm could not touch me anymore.
Isn’t this true of our personal storms? Do we hold on and focus on the light, or do we let go allowing the storm to move us at its will?
Whichever we chose won’t make the storm less scary, but one offers hope while the other serves up hopelessness. The light is just up ahead, and while in the middle of the storm, we are not alone trying to steer our lives against the winds trying to push us off the road.
By focusing on the light and hope, we allow Jesus into our driver’s seat. His strength, wisdom, and love will drive us out of that storm.
We just have to be willing to search for the light.
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Crista,
Your narrative painted a perfect picture to understand to not be focused on the storm, but to be focused on the light. On Jesus.
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Boy, I was right there in the storm with you! And I’ve truly had those driving experiences too, where your heart is pounding, you’re waiting for the weather to let up. Your writing was so clear, you should send it to a magazine for consideration, just perfectly put together.
Thank you so much!