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Oceans For Emotions: Search for God through stills, storms of life

By By Elaine Wheat
Aug. 31, 2012 at 3:31 a.m.

Elaine Wheat

"..Peace be still. And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm."

- Mark 4:39

As I watched the weather on television, a storm stared back at me with its one, giant, red eye threatening my Texas Gulf coast. It had already wrecked havoc across islands, the Florida Keys and its hungry eye was looking for the best place to land. In its wickedness, it seemed to be looking for the one place that knew storms best, New Orleans.

In my smallness, I couldn't help but ask God, "Why?" He didn't answer me, but he filled my mind with a memory I didn't know I had. I remembered being a child and was visiting my great-aunt in San Antonio. A storm was really hammering away at us and she asked me to act like a big girl and sit by my great-grandma, who was living with her because she was blind and might be afraid.

I did as I was told and went in there to Grandma. I told her that I was scared and nobody cared, and I was supposed to keep her company. As I sat by her feet in her rocking chair, I wrapped my face in her long white night dress to keep from seeing the lightning and wind. I sat that way just trembling.

She was perfectly calm and was humming a hymn, and I asked her how she could be so brave? She just let me keep sitting there a while and finally said, "Elaine, I have lived 91 years, and I have learned one thing for sure." In a muffled voice I can still hear her say, "God is on the water, the same as on the land." She repeated, "God is on the water, the same as on the land."

I asked her for an explanation and all she replied was, "If you live long enough and search for God during the peaceful times on the land, he will be with you when the storms of life are raging on the seas of life." Who was I to doubt Grandma, after all she had raised 16 children through the stills and the storms of life.

Dear Lord, help us to look for you daily so that when the storms come and we cry out unto you, Lord, you won't have to ask, "Now remind me, who are you again? I haven't heard from you since last hurricane season."

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