Shelter in the Storm

Have you ever been caught out in a storm? Have you ever been rocking along doing whatever you're doing, when suddenly, without warning, BAM, a storm pops up? The rain comes down in sheets. You feel like Forest Gump..."there was some big ol fat rain, a little bit of sideways rain, some stinging rain, and sometimes it seems like the rain comes right up from the ground".  

My wife and I were out with some friends the other night, driving home from a night out on the town, when suddenly, BAM. You guessed it,  a storm. It began to rain so hard you could barely see the hood of the car, much less the road. Then the hail started, and it sounded as if the windows would all shatter at any moment. Lightning flashing, thunder rolling, water rising, yep it was a full fledged Texas spring thunderstorm, and admittedly a little frightening. Traffic slowed to a crawl, and drivers were leaving the interstate in search of shelter.

We managed to pull off an exit we could barely see, and find an abandoned truck stop with a partially intact awning where the pumps used to be. We shared this tiny space with what seemed like twenty other cars packed tightly under the thin sheet metal roof.

We were trying to get home. Home, where my two teenage children were. Teenage children who were not accustomed to being home alone, much less during an intense storm. I tried over and over to reach them by phone, but my attempts were in vain. No answer. I just wanted to know they were alright, and to let them know we would be there soon. 

No answer.

There we sat. Totally Isolated from home. Stuck in the storm. Waiting for it to pass. How long would it last? When will we get to go home and check on our kids? My thoughts were locked on HOME. 

I just wanted to be home.

The thought occurs to me that spiritually I have been sitting here under this flimsy shelter for far too long. Outside the storm is raging. The water is rising. the rain is coming down in buckets. The hail is as large as baseballs. The lightening is striking all around. Here I sit. Wondering how long it will last. Trying to phone home, but seemingly getting no answer. I feel very vulnerable. I just want to be home.

I know many of you feel the same. You have become isolated in the storm. Maybe you can't even see the road you're traveling on anymore, and you're longing for the safety of Home. It can be a paralyzing event. 

Sometimes you just have to throw caution to the wind and move.

There was a brief lull in the activity, and we decided it was now or never. We decided to chance it. We chose to leave the relative safety of the shelter, and move towards home. 

The storm made the same decision.

The second wave may have been even more furious than the first, but we were unwavered. Forward. Through the storm and all of it's fury. Until finally, HOME, and rest.