I felt like I was drowning in my own sorrows last week, Then the hurricane came, and I found it hard to feel sorry for myself as I watched actual flood waters rise in others’ lives. My troubles, both real and imagined, are no match for a natural disaster.
I read a story about a woman and her four grandchildren, who were swept away in the flood. I watched as another victim eloquently told a CNN reporter that she was being forced to live out the worst day of her life while under the surveillance of news cameras and with a microphone in her face. How dare I complain about the trivial foolishness I’m being forced to face this week?
Job troubles? Thank goodness I have a job. I was able to get to and from work safely. Kids going crazy? All three of them are accounted for. They might not be in their beds, but we are all under the same roof, and not sitting on top of the roof waiting to be rescued. Relationship issues? Those are easily resolved with a quick text or email. The communication towers are fully operational here.
I am not of the opinion that God allows natural disasters as punishment for sin, or that Houston had it coming. But I do believe this particular disaster got my attention in a way that others have not.
There are several scriptural texts that compare the voice of God to the sound of rushing waters. His voice, much like the flood waters in Texas, can seem distant at first, but it sneaks up on you, swells quickly, and eventually overtakes you.
My prayers are with the people affected by this Hurricane. It is my hope that the recovery will be swift and restoration can begin expeditiously.