God is our refuge and strength,
an ever-present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way
and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea,
though its waters roar and foam
and the mountains quake with their surging.
Psalm 46:1-3 (NIV)
This past Thursday, I found myself with a lot of time on my hands. Tropical Storm Zeta blew a tree down on the main street of our subdivision, blocking anyone from exiting or entering the neighborhood. Of course, we were also without power. I'm sure many of you who live in the Atlanta area have similar stories. Our prayers are certainly with all who were affected by the storm, especially those that experienced loss of property or even loved ones.
I had to laugh at myself when I realized how basically disruptive the whole situation was for me and my husband. We were stuck on our end of the street, staring at a downed tree all tangled up in power lines, all the food in the fridge passing its CDC-recommended 4-hour-without-power limit, and we can't even call for a pizza because there's no way they can get to us. All we can do is call the power company and wait. And wait. And light the gas range with a match and make ramen noodles. (I'm really not complaining... I like ramen noodles!)
My thoughts turned to 2020 and how the unfolding of the pandemic changed our lives. Everyone had to learn to adapt, for much longer than we ever expected, and we're adapting still, as it doesn't seem to be coming to an end anytime soon.
So we weather another storm. We learn to adapt to temporary limitations. Most important of all, we remember the One who never changes. The Mighty Fortress. The One who calms the storm. The Holy One.