And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding. The peace which God gives, which flows from the sense of his most gracious presence, and consists in childlike confidence and trustful love. Philippians 4:7
A friend told me a funny story about when his son was in college and called home to say he had a bad rash. The son thought he should go to the hospital. After some conversation, the father asked, “Do you have a paper due tomorrow?” The son confessed he did. He really did have a rash, but it was caused by nerves. I bet most of Florida’s residents feel like they have a rash right now. I know I am feeling itchy. With Dorian approaching our shores, we don’t know what to do. Oh, we know what to do, stock up on water and supplies, food that can be cooked on a grill, gas for the generator and if you are on the east coast, plywood for windows. But, Dorian’s track depends upon two “highs,” high pressure systems, that could steer it west or north or even so far south it could rise up in the Gulf to haunt those of us on the west coast. Where do you go when your whole state lies in the potential track of a possible category 4 storm? First thing, you do what you can. I’ve been home alone for a few weeks and relishing the quiet. But, now, the downside of the aloneness, preparations fall solely on me. Oldest son came home to put the generator on the porch for me, before he was alerted to prepare for a call to hurricane recovery, but I doubt I will be able to get it started if we lose power (we do even in a summer rainstorm). So, I plan for no electricity. I can’t be sure a water main won’t break, so I bought enough water for the dogs and me. I stocked up on dog food. Tomorrow, I will make sure that anything outside that could blow around is picked up. But, I can’t shutter windows and thankfully, don’t think I need to do so. Then, all that will be left to do is wait. We won’t really know anything until Sunday at the earliest, I don’t think. When I am alone, I don’t tend to get as wound up as I do when I am at work (where I am concerned with preparations for four museums and more than a dozen out buildings) or when I watch the news. Still, I have this itch, this restlessness, this nerve led edginess that is hard to describe unless you’ve lived through it. Come to think of it, I guess everyone has lived through it whether they are residents of the southeastern United States or not. Your Dorian may have started with something besides a weather report. Perhaps a call from the doctor. Or the police. Words spoken in anger or a pink slip in your pay check. Maybe it came from a fire or a tornado. Whatever it is, I know only one cure for that restlessness. The peace that passes all understanding. And I know where to get it. Do you?