The view from my back yard is serene, with one lovely pink rose blooming. Just blocks away, a torrential river divides my city, as our South end is cut off from the North end by a raging 500-year flood. The images are captivating and horrifying. This is most certainly my first experience of seeing such pervasive disaster and media coverage that is actually within arm’s reach. I find myself vigilant, wide-eyed and trying to find something for my hands to do. Our house is peaceful even as thousands of people in Lyons are right now being evacuated by the National Guard because their city became a series of deserted islands with no power, water or stability. These moments remind me that no matter how powerful we make ourselves out to be, we humans are really just specks in the universe. We think we are so smart and able to tame this wild world. Nope.
Days like these past days force us to completely stop. Really, is it the end of the world if we miss two days of work? Or more? I think the world will keep spinning without us pushing a few computer buttons. These are also the days where we must find and act out true, lasting compassion. I am preaching to myself here too. Perhaps we can learn to conserve more resources, to spend time on what is really important in this life and to line our actions up with our words. This is all what I ponder as the gray sky blankets our city, with more promises of rain, more roads washed out, more hope and stability needed. Already good and beautiful stories are coming out of this event. I hope we can all build even more strength and response. I hope we can all realize that while we may be a tiny force compared to weather patterns, earth quakes, tornadoes, blizzards and hurricanes, our response and tenacity for life will anchor us. Perhaps this 500-year flood will wash away some of the petty crutches we lean on.
And while half of my brain recognizes mortality and insignificance, the other half radiates with belonging. When we sit down in God’s presence and spend the night protected by His shadow, we can trust Him because He is our refuge and safety. He rescues us from hidden traps and dangers and deadly traps. His huge outstretched arms protect us (See Psalm 91). My hope for all of us is that we take God down from a man-made throne of destruction and we recognize His heart for each of us … personal relationship and love, significance and restoration. Here is my rhythm for today:
God is King, robed and ruling,
God is robed and surging with strength.
And yes, the world is firm, immovable,
Your throne ever firm—you’re Eternal!
Sea storms are up, God,
Sea storms wild and roaring,
Sea storms with thunderous breakers.
Stronger than wild sea storms,
Mightier than sea-storm breakers,
Mighty God rules from High Heaven.
What you say goes—it always has.
“Beauty” and “Holy” mark your palace rule,
God, to the very end of time.
Here is a photo taken by my friend Stephanie from her apartment window in Boulder last night
Here is the road heading up to Estes… we traveled this just last weekend to go up to the Scottish-Irish festival! This is so surreal.
Also, here is a great footage video!