Irma is blustering through our town. She has changed her course many times as she has barreled her way westward, then north, then eastern and then back north again.
It’s 1:30am as I sit in the closet. The power went out 2 hours ago. I listen to a baby breathe and I hear his mommy care for him as they sleep just across from me on the floor.
Is there anything more precious than a sleeping baby?
You might have thought twice yesterday as he screamed most of the day. Do storms cause babies to act all crazy? The pressure in the air maybe? The nerves of his family as they try and secure the safest place possible?
I hear as my ever present husband vigilantly paces and make sure that his family is safe. The old house is holding up really well minus a few leaky windows and many tree branches that have fallen. A chimney cap has fallen off and landed on the roof which sent my already raw nerves jumping off the couch.
Mom and Dad are safetly tucked in the storage space under the stairs. It’s large enough for a twin size mattress and Mom said as they scooted into their safe space that they have shared a twin size mattress many a day when they used to cuddle.
I walk past their cave often and Mom asks often if everything is ok. How’s the baby? Are the boys (Steve and Justin) outside?
Once I hear her singing.
“Till the storm passes over, till the thunder sounds no more
Till the clouds roll forever, from the sky
Hold me fast, let me stand in the hollow of Thy hand
Keep me safe till the storm passes by”
Those Gaither songs get me every time.
The dogs are nervous. They don’t understand and all they want is for their people to confirm that all is well.
All is well sweet old friend.
The memories of Irma will fade. The next storm will appear on the radar.
I will however remember the night I spent in the closet with my daughter and my grandson close by.
Knowing my parents are tucked away safely and texting with my son at 1:47am knowing that he is safe and sound across our great state of Florida.
Feeling gratitude for a husband who is ever my protector and always feeling safe in his presence.
Sometimes we battle the storms of nature.
Sometimes we battle the storms of life.
“For you have been a stronghold to the poor, a stronghold to the needy in his distress, a shelter from the storm and a shade from the heat; for the breath of the ruthless is like a storm against a wall.”
Update: it is now 6:30am and Irma has moved on. Everyone in our home is safe and at least Baby Jack had a good nights sleep.
I realize that today is September 11th. #alwaysremember