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Stuck in the Big Middle of It May 28, 2007 By Tiffini Countaway
I remember it quite well. I was six, in the first grade, and it was my first thunderstorm away from my parents. I was at school and the teacher instructed us to get under our desks so that we would be protected. I was new to the Midwest, a California girl from the land of sunshine, and now I was stuck in a state that had many tornados and thunderstorms.
As I huddled under my desk wishing I were at home with my parents, the storm calmed and the teacher mentioned we were in the eye of the storm. Now, in my six-year-old California brain, I thought she meant it was over. After a few minutes of quiet I proceeded to leave my tent-desk when a clap of thunder and a bolt of lighting smacked the sky and I was shocked back into my protective hideout.
I learned quickly that “the eye of the storm” just meant we were in the big middle of it all and there was more to come.
One strange aspect I recall is how peaceful I actually felt in that quiet moment. Even though I was right in the middle of complete weather chaos, there was a brief moment that I felt a calming in my spirit.
Ironically, right now I am going through a kind of storm in my life. I can honestly say I haven’t gone down a path like this before. I am now in the eye of this storm—a bit frightened, very confused, and somewhat concerned—but I have decided that I am going to rest in Jesus. It doesn’t make sense and I should be agonizing over it and trying to figure it out, but He has hidden me in His arms and I trust Him.
Life will kick up a fuss soon and I will have to fight my way out of this storm, but for right now I’m just going to huddle back under my desk and enjoy my time in the eye of this storm.
© 2007, Tiffini Countaway --------- Tiffini Countaway hates when we make up her bio for her, yet always forgets to write one up for us. We, of course, only write truth unless it suits our purpose to upset her--then we’ll write almost anything (she’s not an Easter egg archeologist, despite what her last bio said). Yet she knows what we’ll do to her and still forgets to write her bios when she submits articles. So whose fault is it really? |
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