Susan LaffertyImages of blue sky and a raging torrent of destruction fill my screen in recent days.
Bringing back memories.
There was blue sky when a tsunami roared into Aceh. Then pulled out. Taking with it precious lives along with whole buildings.
Today these scenes are not a coastal city, but a mountain haven.
Nepal. Villages built along the meandering river wiped out in a matter of minutes.
Delay. Airport overflowing. Passengers waiting. Watching. Anxious. Resigned. Complaining. Shouting.
Weary mom holds one child and corrals the others. Trying to get home before snow.
Couple returning from vacation. Using up all that relaxation in one day of flight cancellations.
I sit beside a man from Newark. Started his day long before dawn. Now it’s late afternoon and his flight diverted from Pensacola to this small airport in Alabama.
He’s trying to find another way to reach his destination. But rental cars are long gone.
He doesn’t jump to resolve. Or rescue. The psalmist is moving through his pain and fear.
Moving through the murk, into trust.
He knows who God is.
And cries out to Him.
