We live at the tail end of tornado alley and we can have some really rough weather. Bean is totally afraid of storms. Recently we had such a storm while she was here and her behavior completely astonished me. Now, she has been in church since she was born—we are active, practicing Anglicans. She has been Catholic School educated since age 3. The child is well indoctrinated so it shouldn’t have been such a shock to me but the thunder started and I watched her as she fell to her knees, crossed herself and started praying furtively through the tears. Then she came to the table where we were all sitting and asked us to please pray with her. We did, of course, and then took the pets to the safe place in the house and as the storm subsided we learned that there was a small tornado that went through her neighborhood and did some damage. She asked why her house was spared. I asked the question back to her and she smiled and said “because we prayed”.
The next day or so a friend of mine who has an uncanny knack of posting scripture that is just what I need to hear when I need to hear it posted this—
“When my heart is overwhelmed, lead me to the rock that is higher than I am” — Psalm 61.2
How could I not think of my sobbing, frightened little granddaughter when I saw that? She knew exactly what to do when she couldn’t do anything else. She was overwhelmed and she went to the rock.
I am so glad to be at this time in my life where I have the time to sit back and watch and wonder at the growth and development of this young mind and heart. I am so glad to have the opportunity to witness her faith in action.,