During a recent trip, I held the arm of the flight attendant guiding me to my seat inside the airplane. "Here's your seat, Mrs. Eckles," she said.
Not the bulkhead seat!
After I settled in, I
realized that, ugh! I was in the "bulkhead"
seat. That meant there was no seat in front of me and no place to stuff
"I'll take your bag and your cane," the attendant said.
"I'll store them in the overhead compartment."
What? What if I
had to visit the ladies' room? I'd have nothing to guide me. Without my
cane, I could end up in the cockpit and accidently plop in the pilot's
I faked a smile and lifted my bag toward her. "Here you go."
I took a deep breath. No fretting for this chica. Until the
announcement came from the pilot, "Please take your seats and fasten
your seat belts, we're approaching a storm and..."
shook the plane. We bounced. We rattled a bit.
Then the thought
came. Heavens, what if an emergency happened? Without my white cane,
finding the exit would be impossible.
You've been there, haven't
Life changes and turbulence shakes your peace. To add to the
confusion, God seems to be absent. No guidance. No way to find our way
through the storm.
But the real storm isn't on the outside. It's
not even the one that surrounds us. Instead, it's the storm that brews
within, inside, in the hidden spots that no one sees. In the muffled
lament in the silence of night. In the midst of tears that soak the
That's the kind of storm David probably faced. But rather
than ask and plead for God to lift him from the tempest, he became bold.
Confidence became the white cane to guide him. The confidence he had
when he talked to God intimately as He says: "Record my lament; list
my tears on your scroll are they not in your record? Then my enemies
will turn back when I call for help. By this I will know that God is for
me. In God, whose word I praise, in the LORD, whose word I praise—in God
I trust; I will not be afraid." (Psalm 56:8-10 NIV)
The question for you and for me is not the kind of
storm we're facing, or the intensity of the winds that flog our heart.
The question is how confident are we to trust in God to supernaturally
remove the fear that plagues.
With that level of reassurance,
terror turns to trust. And as our words of pity turn to praises, He's
preparing the way out.
And even when the storm doesn't end, we
declare we'll not be afraid.
We don't have to wait for the storm
to stop; peace is ours when we trust God will take care of all the
Let's pray: Father, how often I looked for the white
cane of my own abilities to guide me out of dark moments. I confess I
need a constant reminder that Your hand is always extended to guide me,
to lift the fear, and to take me to a place secure and safe. In Jesus'
What is your level of confidence during the
storm you face?
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