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May 2018

Navigating the Storms

We have had stormy days and nights here in the month of May. Maybe you have too.

We always know when a storm is coming. The Chief Furry Officer (Ringo) grabs his stuffed duck and paces around the house with it in his mouth. And then about 45 minutes later, the rain, thunder, or hail begins. We have thought maybe we should set up a Ringo-cam and share his IMG_1266 (1)insights on Facebook.

He must feel the storm deep in his little body somehow, even before we can see or hear it. He feels it so deeply that he shakes all over.

I don’t share Ringo’s fear of storms, at least when I’m inside my comfy house. I don’t so much love them when I’m driving on I-80 with semi-trucks passing and splashing.

At one point on a recent trip home from Ohio, the rain got really intense and I muttered to John, “Maybe we should pull off.” My level-headed husband said, “Check the radar.” I did and realized that in ten minutes, we would be out of the path of the storm. We decided to keep driving.

Hard to know how to react in a storm, right? Especially when the storm has to do with your heart. Maybe illness or doubt or frustration or uncertainty or other people’s choices have created a hail storm of sorts within your heart lately.

Maybe you feel like saying (as I did on I-80), “Let’s stop. I just can’t do this anymore. I just want to curl up and sleep and sleep and sleep.”

Maybe you feel like just blasting your way through this storm, foot to the gas, hands gripping the steering wheel, jaw tight.

Maybe you have discovered the joy of the buddy system in the storm: “I’m nervous about this storm. Can you help me navigate it? Can you stay with me and talk to me?”

Later on that same drive back from Ohio, we hit another patch of rain. I was at the wheel while John snoozed. But this time I didn’t feel that instant urge to get off the road. Hmm . . . .

What happened? Was the storm less severe? Maybe.

But I had also spent the previous ten minutes listening to worship music and turning those words into prayers of gratitude to God. So when I hit this current rainstorm, I entered it with a heart full of gratitude and a heart fully aware of God’s presence.  What a relief! It didn’t make the rain stop, but it did give me perspective by reminding that God sees and knows all and can do far more than I can ever ask or imagine in any storm.


Life this side of heaven will have storms, even if we all move to sunny southern California. Let’s use the buddy system and help each other through them.

Cheering you on as you navigate the inevitable storms of life.

P.S. I discovered a new recipe for potato salad with crab and olives. Delicious! Check it out here: https://pin.it/kqu4x3u6n4kfbb

Thank you, Falecia Sanchez, who recently made this for us one stormy night in May.  :)



A Storm? What Storm?

Here in Illinois tornadoes appear frequently and devastate randomly. I respect them. And so I head for the basement when I see or hear the warning signs . . . well . . . usually.

One night my husband and I woke to the sound of our teenage daughter knocking on our door: “We have a tornado warning! What should we do?” We should have jumped out of bed and rushed for the basement. We should have grabbed some bottled water and a flashlight on the way. We should have turned on the radio. Instead, one of us muttered, “It is okay. Just go back to sleep.”

Sadly, I often take a similar approach to the storms of life. If I don’t react to this difficulty, maybe it will just go away. And, truthfully, I often go back to bed.

What would happen if I—if we all—took more of a tornado-aware approach to life? What if when the storms come, rather than trying to downplay them, we instead gathered those we love and headed for shelter? Together. What if when the storms come, we could turn to a store of ready provisions, including friends and faith?

What do you think?