The Aftermath of Hurricane Dorian

I am sitting on my screened-in porch, enjoying the gentle breeze and listening to the quail sing “bob-white.” I praise God for being merciful. He held Hurricane Dorian off of the coast of Florida, Georgia and South Carolina.

I want to thank each of you for praying against this storm. It was corporate prayer, at its best. God answered our prayers, showing us once again that He is mighty to save, the One who rebukes the wind and waves.

My heart breaks for our neighbors in the Bahamas. I don’t understand nor can I wrap my brain around the extent of Dorian’s attack on their home. Did God forget them?

When God Doesn’t Make Sense

I remember the morning Peggy died. Her death made no sense to me, and I told God so. After all, she was the heart of Hope Repair. For years, she and her husband, David, organized teams of volunteers, building wheelchair ramps and restoring leaking roofs and rotten floors for the impoverished in our community. I photographed her weeks before she lost her battle to cancer, standing beside the homeowner of the 500th house to receive repairs.

I prayed night and day for Peggy; in fact, we all did. When it became apparent that she was losing the battle, we prayed she would live long enough to see her three grandchildren born. Two of her daughters-in-law were expecting in April, and another one was expecting in June.

Unfortunately, Peggy didn’t live long enough to greet the new year, much less meet the newest members of their family. A few days after Christmas, God welcomed her into eternity.

I recall the wrestling match I had with God that morning. “Lord, I don’t understand,” I cried. “After all our prayers…”

God answered me in an inaudible whisper, like the one Elijah heard when he fled to Mount Horeb to escape Jezebel (I Kings 19:9-12). “I know you don’t understand,” God said, “but do you trust that I am sovereign?”

Then, He cradled me in His arms while I wept. As He comforted me in His embrace, He collected all my tears and cried alongside me. That morning, I discovered that my Lord, the God of all creation, has a humongous heart. He is “good to all, and his mercy is over all that he is made” (Psalm 145:9). And, yes, He is sovereign.

I still struggle, at times. After all, I haven’t arrived yet at the finish line of this journey called faith.

My Commitment to Pray

The Lord hasn’t forgotten the Bahamas. My guess is that He is crying for them.

Will you join me in praying for our neighbors to the south of us? Will you pray God cradles them and collects their tears? Will you pray they encounter the risen Lord and believe He is good, despite their devastation. Will you pray they witness God’s miracles, both large and small, as they grieve, recover and rebuild. Will you pray that  one day, they, too, will be able to proclaim God’s sovereignty and His goodness?

Will you join me and pray?