“There is something joyful about storms that interrupt routine. Snow or freezing rain suddenly releases you from expectations, performance demands, and the tyranny of appointments and schedules. And unlike illness, it is largely a corporate rather than individual experience. One can almost hear a unified sigh rise from the nearby city and surrounding countryside where Nature has intervened to give respite to those weary humans slogging it out within her purview. All those affected this way are united by a mutual excuse, and the heart is suddenly and unexpectedly a little giddy. There will be no apologies needed for not showing up to some commitment or other. Everyone understands and shares in this singular justification, and the sudden alleviation of the pressure to produce makes the heart merry.” (An excerpt from Young P.Wm.’s “The Shack” p.17).
What a wonderful perspective of the dreaded storm which is often illustrated as the force which tosses and turns one around, controlling and leaving the subject helpless. The author, however, looks at storms from a glass half full perspective. As one of those who have never learnt to surf the high seas in life with grace, I have often exhibited anxiety during storms with my “what ifs”. What if one is caught in a storm without a coat for warmth, or a shelter to be dry? Never have I considered being in the warmth and comfort of my home, looking out my window at the tyranny of the storm and the demands upon my life, with a little smirk.
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