I grew up in Houston. I have lived through a few hurricanes in my time. And in the wake of hurricane Ike, which hit Texas last weekend, our family has experienced its own hurricane this week.
Tuesday, we found out that Dad has cancer. Talk about some fierce winds.
Wednesday, Mom finally got in touch with Aunt Doris. My aunt had been without power for several days, due to hurricane Ike. Her power was back on. She was fine. She was headed to the grocery store.
One hour after hanging up with Aunt Doris, Mom received a phone call.
Aunt Doris had been killed in a head-on collision.
Needless to say, we’ve had a rough week.
There are no words to describe the shock, then the numbness, that inevitably came.
But there is something interesting about hurricanes. As I said above, I’ve lived through a few. And right in the center of the chaotic winds . . . is the eye. Calm. Peace.
I have to tell you, friends, that in the center of our chaos this week, I have found peace. A peace that doesn’t make any sense, when you consider the storms raging all around. But yet, there it was. I guess I was in the eye.
I know exactly where the peace came from. It was the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding. And I also know that the prayers of so many of you, on my behalf, played an important role.
Aunt Doris died instantly. She knew nothing except a blink, and then she was in the glorious presence of our Lord.
As for Dad, we are still in the waiting game – that waiting that so many of you are familiar with. Your stories of dealing with cancer have helped me so much. Thank you.
We are believing the best, believing that God is in control, and that He will handle this.
I have been deeply touched, deeply humbled by all of your comments and e-mails, the phone calls, the prayers . . . Thank you. Please continue.
In the words of Paul in his letter to the Philippians, “I thank my God every time I remember you . . . I have you in my heart.”