When I was a little girl my mama and I were in an earth quake. Pictures and nick knacks hit the floor. Water sloshed out of the 75 gallon fish tank. I headed for that front door at full speed to get out of that shaking house, but my mama stopped me. She hurried me to a door frame and held me there with a fierce grip on my shoulders. My eyes and my heart were on that door to the outside. Every instinct in me was yelling to run away from what was happening around me. Crocodile tears ran down my face. My mama began praying. I can’t remember what she prayed, but it was how she spoke to God that calmed me. She used a strong and solid voice. With authority and clarity she opened her mouth against that quaking fear and earth.
The calmness during the chaos was contagious.
The fear in my little body was replaced with confidence, and I rested there under that doorway with my mama’s solid grip and presence holding me still while she talked with God. That earth quieted down.
30 some years later, in an emotional earthquake I was imploding. My life was quaking around me. Things were hitting my heart and sloshing out of it. I ran full speed away from my shaking self. But Jesus stopped me, and he hurried me to the cross. Holding me with a fierce grip while crocodile tears ran down my face he began praying. He spoke with a strong and solid voice.
With authority and clarity he opened his mouth against that quaking fear and implosion.
The calmness during the chaos was contagious and familiar. Confidence replaced fear, and I rested there at that cross with Jesus’s solid grip and presence holding me still while he talked with God. That earth quieted down.