Where is Your Safe Zone?
With the sun up, I could assess any damages around my place from the violent winds in the thunderstorms and tornadic activity that came through Tulsa on Tuesday night. Except for a lot of petals from my rose bush on the ground, it seemed all was well. Thanks be to God. When I turned on the 6 am news, I was pleased to hear that there were no fatalities but lots of damage around Tulsa and other communities, and power interrupted in a lot of homes.
We Oklahomans are a resilient bunch, even though there has been serious damage and loss of lives many times in the past. We still recover, rebuild and restore. Weather forecasters have certainly helped us prepare and be on alert for those nasty funnels. My father and mother-in-law lost their home years ago from a tornado, yet, as Mom and I discussed yesterday, that damage opened the door for them to move to the home Mom still lives in and loves today. We take the bumps and bruises….and turn it into something good.
In fact, many make light of tornadoes. A friend posted: “What do Oklahomans do when they hear a tornado siren?” “They go outside, set out their lawn chair and watch the show.” Another of my friends, who moved from California three years ago, loves everything about Oklahoma. In fact, she takes tornado activity with a grain of salt, or rather a color of her hair. She posted Tuesday night: “Tornado sirens going off…not a good time to be coloring my hair.” Another friend replied to her post: “Note to self: ‘Next time storms are expected, don’t even think about coloring my hair. You’re not in California anymore, Toto!” LOL!
My neighbor texted me that she had extra space in her “safe room” in case I’d like to join her. But, with the sirens sounding off for about an hour, I made the closet in my laundry room my “safe room”. But who am I kidding? That little spot wouldn’t provide safety in the horrendous winds of a tornado except for God’s protecting hand. Mom reminded me yesterday that all the roof was gone when the tornado hit their home years ago…..except for the patch where Mom and Dad were holding up in a central shower stall. They were in the “shelter of the Most High”.
Whether it’s a wild storm outside or a wild storm inside me, here’s what I pray and speak: Psalm 91:1 (my 911 emergency number) “I dwell in the secret place of the Most High. I abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of You, Lord, You are my fortress, my deliverer, my God in Whom I trust.” I also quote and pray Joshua 1:9 “Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.”
What’s YOUR safety zone? Mine is the solid rock of Christ. When I need a shelter, when I need a friend….I go to THE ROCK!