As invading dampness in my clothes creates chaffing
I curse the terrible way this day is shaping.
Hugging my arms in close against the wind and the rain
I wonder if I’ll ever see home again.
Withdrawing in against the nausea and the fear
Others are there but them I don’t see or hear.
Too noisy, too wet, too windy by half!
A day out fishing with the boys, what a laugh!
Flying debris again just misses my head
A storm so severe I wish I was dead.
The storm so big, so ferocious, so scary I want to die
Has me overwhelmed and drawn deep inside
It’s become all about me, myself and I
And questioning, wondering “why me, why?”
Others, in the midst of it all, fighting strong, brave and tall
Were there but shivering I choose to ignore them all
This storm so big, it must be about me, I thought as it formed
So scary, so impacting, all me, this, my iStorm
Amidst the complete chaos I’m pulled out of myself by loud shouts
“No! Simon! No!” “What? He’s out!”
I look up, and notice for the first time, something beyond me
I look up and there’s Jesus calmly walking on the sea.
And Simon too, takes a step in the waves
Before a sinking fall that Jesus saves.
In the midst of my storm I hadn’t noticed, hadn’t seen
That Jesus was with me and had always been.
I didn’t sense His presence, in my selfish focus
Thinking all about I and me and not seeing us
I missed a miracle, Simon walking I didn’t see
If I’d left my iStorm it could have been me
There with Jesus, dancing on the sea.
I missed the spectating and the option to jump
Reducing the universe to just me in this bump.
I should have looked out and faced the sea.
I should have realised the world is not just me.
I should have helped or prayed or done something more,
Than sit in a corner and questioned “why me?” like a bore
Later I pause before opening my front home gate
I raise my eyes to heaven before it’s too late
“God, I know I’m about to enter another storm
Where chaos and stress is quite the norm
Overwhelmed wife and mother-in-law so ill
Children crying and screeching at will
I bring home a few dollars that won’t go far
Adding to insecurities about being a bad pa
This storm is not just about me, so I look to you
Cos, Lord I just don’t know what to do
Come and fill me with your peace and calm
So I can bring your grace and not selfish harm.”
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