Warnings have been given for days. Some believed, while others questioned the reality of predictions…..predictions that have been so wrong, on more occasions than they've been right. Some have been getting prepared, and others have risked their lives shopping and dining out with friends. Some have had anxiety since the moment it was mentioned, while others scoff at the mere idea that there is any element of danger at all.
The day has come. Anxiety is mounting. Worry and fear seeps through the body. Outside, the sidewalk is damp, and the slight breeze rustles the last remaining leaves on the giant oak tree out front.
Do you go or do you stay? Hiding from what may or may not come to be, seems counterproductive in trying to lead a normal life. Not heeding to any warnings at all seems irresponsible and risky to maintaining life at all. Meeting in the middle seems rational and sane…..but the fear still remains.
The choice was to stay close……
Its dark all around, with only random patches of white linear formations, separating the dark from light. The water that forms the puddles at our feet, intermittently ripples, as each breath of wind blows through. Still, the impending threat doesn't seem real…but the time hasn't come.
The day passes by, but the anxiety still looms…the time is nearing. The sky has opened up and allowed for moments of light to shine down upon the new pale, winter faces. The air is unusually warm, despite the cool current of air that thrusts itself outwardly on occasion, to give the reminder of what season is here.
Moisture suddenly fills the air, sending a sea of people into different directions.
Finally, the elements of the earth say to go home. The time was nearly here.
Nerves provide a heightened awareness of what's to come. At times there is a teetering of the mind….sanity or insanity? The worry and obsessiveness seems too much.
In an attempt to overcome fear, I allow the surroundings to take me in. The breeze no longer light, but heavy, and the frequency of which they occur are more rapid, only promising more to come. A loud crash came down, followed by rumbling through the heavens. The sound pounds in my head and resonates deep into my being. Bright lights fill the air, but only for a moment. The sound and the light both beautiful, but it only invokes more fear…
Do I go or do I stay?….Standing with feet firmly placed on the ground, staring fear in the eye, seems brave and productive in overcoming the existence of fear itself. Hiding from the fear, where it is safe, allows for the possibility of continuation of life….and then more fear. Meeting in the middle seems rational and sane…..but the fear still remains…..
The choice was to stay a few moments longer…….
The big threat was looming. Again, darkness overtakes the sky, with only patches of faint sunlight in the far distance. The rocking chair dramatically rocks itself back and forth, tapping the glass of the windows ever so slightly. The porch swing violently swings, back and forth. The trees no longer stand upright.
My son tries to brave the elements. The wind tries to hug him and take him away.
Finally, the elements of the earth say to go inside the home…..
The sun, rain, wind, and clouds continue to each take their turn. So far, the earth has kept us safe. Others in surrounding areas have been less fortunate. Please keep them all in your prayers as the elements work their way through each city, and stay hopeful that it takes the path of least destruction.