Sometimes things look bad.
In three minutes it was all gone.
A rampaging wind howled unmerciful,
In its wake,
Destruction, sorrow, loss.
“Yesterday we were planning our garden. How will we go on?”
“You’re upset. I get it. But does our hope rest in things that can be blown away? Look…”
Bright red tulips blossomed on either side of the cement steps that no longer led to a door.
“They came up out of the ground, untouched by the storm. Who does that remind you of?”
“Jesus.”
“He is alive and we can trust Him, even though it looks bad.”
Today’s post is brought to you by Rochelle Wisoff’s Friday Fictioneer’s photo challenge. She is credited not only with hosting the challenge but providing the photo prompt! Double thanks Rochelle!
This past week tornados ripped across the US very close to home. Every time the weather goes in that direction, my imagination goes wild with what would it be like if my house was blown off its foundation like some of the drone footage I’ve seen. The sirens going off at midnight provided the perfect setting for such thoughts. We all say ‘things are nothing, as long as we have each other’. In essence that’s true but it takes strength and fortitude to live that out in the aftermath of disaster. I presented this story in recognition of those who must rebuild their homes from nothing, whose Easter plans are drastically changed. But also to commemorate the whole point of the religious observance of Easter: hope when all hope seems to have been taken away. May you have hope in the midst of your troubles. Best, Clare.
Clare Graith 