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Crossing Cultures Devotional Memoir

To the ends of the earth

2020. And the pandemic spreads to the ends of the earth. We wait. And walk in constant change. Cancellations. Upheaval. 

Those serving around the world are affected. Some caught in months of lockdown. Stopped at borders. Forced to leave. Or forced to  stay in their home countries.  

At times it feels overwhelming. As we grieve unexpected losses.

In the middle of it all, I’m drawn back to a familiar psalm of deliverance. Psalm 18. Detailing the sure and powerful rescue by the Almighty.

This time I read the first verse. Stop. And can’t move past it.

I’m compelled in that moment. To reach beyond grief. And dwell on the deep, deep love of my King. Lover of my soul. 

To the ends of the earth. Image by NASA on Unsplash.
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Devotional Memoir

Hope during a tsunami

The slow but certain flood of a tsunami moves across the globe today.  

I’ve watched videos from the one that marked our lives in 2004. The wave that advanced silently. Powerfully. Into Aceh. The water just kept coming. Pushing further inland. One bright, blue-skied day. 

And then, as waves do, it pulled back out to sea. Leaving devastation. Empty communities. Unimaginable loss. 

Today. The other tsunami. Changing the topic of our daily conversations. To quarantines and lockdowns. Limiting spread to flatten the curve. Shortages of medical supplies. Death counts.

And I remember the Scripture verses that gave hope to the inexperienced. In the December 2004 tsunami and the year that followed.

Aceh. Devastation as far as the eye could see. Nearly two months after the tsunami. February 2005.