Mark 4: 39: Then He arose and rebuked the wind, and said to the sea, “Peace be still,” and the wind ceased and there was a great calm.
As I write this column it is the 16th anniversary of Hurricane Katrina devastating Louisiana and other Gulf states. It is also the day Hurricane Ida came ashore in the New Orleans area bringing yet another devastating tumult, all these years later.
Katrina was my first up close and personal encounter with a hurricane. I wanted it to be my last, but shortly thereafter Rita came ashore, and we were hit yet again. We were living in Broussard, LA, near Lafayette, in what is known as the Cajun Triangle. My husband was managing a railroad in New Iberia at the time and had to secure everything on that property before we could think of evacuating. Needless to say, once we were ok to go, we couldn’t leave. We had to shelter in place.
If medals were given for worrying, I would certainly have taken home the gold, my husband however, wouldn’t even have come close to the bronze. “Let’s go to bed,” he said. “We’ll be nice and cozy,” he said, “and when we wake-up it will all be over with.” “That’s what I’m afraid of,” I said. He prayed, kissed me goodnight, snuggled our little poodle in bed with us and promptly fell asleep. He didn’t have to turn off the lights, there weren’t any. He didn’t have to play the white noise he used to fall asleep, the howling of the wind would have drowned out that sound. After a few minutes I asked him if he was awake. He said, “I am now.” I asked him how he could sleep with winds so powerful that water was being blown through the bricks on our house. He told me that he learned a long time ago, not to worry about things which were out of his control. “Besides,” he said, “I know the Master of the wind.”
Candy Hemphill had a big southern gospel hit of that song, and the tune immediately came back to my mind. Needless to say, we made it through Katrina, and later, Rita also. But it was scary. We had a rosebush outside our front door, which had one huge rose blooming. The next day, the bush and the rose were still intact.
There are many of you going through a storm right now. No, perhaps not Ida, but a storm in your life. One that is just as scary. One that keeps you awake at night and one that causes you fear. Well, I can tell you, if you know Jesus, if He dwells in your heart, then you know the Master of not only the wind, but all the storms which come against you. My husband did all he could to protect our home. Having done all he knew to do, he stood, he stood on God’s Word. My husband was a man of faith, and I have learned to rely on what I’ve heard from him to help me through my storms in life. I know that I can trust my Lord and Savior. Our God isn’t as moved by our plight as He is our faith. Trust in Him. He will see you through.
Our country is facing great storms, yes, Hurricane Ida, but the storms of Afghanistan and Covid, and fear and isolation and feelings of hopelessness. Our Lord knew we could handle what’s going on, that’s why He chose to have us live during this time. He wants us to comfort and console others, and when we do, we too will be able to rest and have peace. Because we will be trusting the Master of the wind. Until next time!