In the Storms

On Monday, August 10, at 3:15 p.m., my mom called and told me a storm was coming with at least 80mph winds. She always pays attention to the weather. I, on the other hand, had no idea. I had been sitting quietly on my sofa doing some work from home that afternoon.

I hung up to call my daughter who had just left to go meet a friend at Starbucks. She didn’t answer, so I called my husband who had been taking the other car for an oil change as I prepared to travel later that week. He was walking the mile back from the shop, having left the car to pick up later. Thankfully, as he neared home, he saw my daughter driving and told her to turn around.

At 3:27 p.m., emergency alerts for a tornado warning came through all of our phones.

Sirens started going off. My daughter and I went and sat in our cellar until things were clear. The storm never seemed bad from where we were, but we would later learn that at 3:35 p.m., an EF-1 tornado hit our church four blocks away, toppling the steeple and leaving it on its side, and continued onto the front lawn of the college across the street. There was other damage to the roof and trees, but the image of the steeple was most shocking.

College Church August 10, 2020

The next day, we would read the official report:

I was familiar with a derecho because one hit Memphis, where I grew up, in July 2003, in the early morning. My mom and step-dad couldn’t get out of the back of their house due to the downed trees, and they were without power for 15 days. The damage was incredible, with massive trees uprooted around town. It was likely much more similar to what we are seeing in Iowa now, as they still recover from this. Though it seems to be a rare weather occurrence, when one hits, it leaves its mark and is unforgettable.

There are no doubt many takeaways from an event like this, which came in the midst of so many other worldwide and national stresses. However, for today, in this little space, I simply want to record it and give thanks to God for His protection. Some storms of life rush in quickly, unexpected, and move out quickly (though the recovery can last longer), while other storms of life seem to come and stay, lasting months if not years. We’ve seen both in 2020, but through it all, I’m finding that God is still faithful, still good, still caring for us, still leading us through these storms of life. He is worthy of our trust. I am grateful and want to give Him praise today and always.

As I note today’s date, August 22, I want to also recognize it’s my father’s birthday. He would have been 78 today! He passed away when I was 10 weeks old, so I don’t have personal memories of him, but I give thanks to God today for the blessing of my father and the love he had for us.

This song is in my mind as I close, so I’ll share it. I was unfamiliar with it, but we sang it on March 7, 2020, at a Beth Moore event here in Wheaton. At the time, we didn’t know that would be the last time we would comfortably gather in groups of 1000s. We didn’t know those would be the last hugs we would give to friends. Beth spoke on barrenness. Looking back, doesn’t that message seem appropriate with what lay ahead!? She said God sees us in a barren landscape and is attracted to those who lift up their faces to Him for help, who say, “God, make us fruitful again.” So let’s keep looking up, keep lifting our faces, keep crying out to our sovereign God who hears and answers, and wait on Him with confident expectation that He is doing all things well.

March and April Reflections

One of the commitments I made this year was to try to learn a few Bible verses each month. My January verses I say almost every day to remember who God is, to thank and praise Him, to entrust the cares of my life to the Sovereign One, strong and mighty, who rules over all.

With that commitment to memorize Scripture, I’ve tried to record at the end of each month how things went, as a means of both accountability and of encouragement to keep going. And in so doing, I’ve reviewed the preceding month as a whole, as well.

Yet, how do you begin to review months like March and April 2020, where all of life was changed or impacted in some way by the coronavirus that continues to disrupt the world? Read more

Remember What You Believe

In the summer of 2000, we were living in Virginia for my husband’s PhD program, but visiting my family in Memphis. At 23 weeks, 6 days along in a difficult pregnancy, I was hospitalized with a life-threatening pregnancy complication, one so rare that most doctors will never treat a case of it.

I wasn’t in the hospital long, only a day or two, before the labor started and wasn’t stopping, even with the medication they gave. It was late evening, and I was afraid as my doctors were not there. They moved me back down to labor and delivery, and an anesthesiologist came in and jammed a large size IV into my wrist to prepare for surgery if needed. Things seemed to be moving fast, and I was scared I was going to deliver her. My fear wasn’t helping the situation. Read more

The Faithfulness of God

Mom and me

The following is a guest post from my mom, Karen Meadows. I’m so glad she finally agreed to write something for this blog! 


October 22nd.

For the past 49 years, this date has been indelibly inscribed in my mind. As I am going over our study of Ruth in Bible Study Fellowship (BSF) this week, I was struck by how fitting it is that we are studying this particular book at this precise date this week. It was on this day in 1969 that my husband, Thomas, died in a motor vehicle accident on his way to work. So, studying the life of Ruth really hits home to me. Read more

The Details of Life

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The text from my son came through last fall as I was in the middle of buying airline tickets for family weekend at his new college and answering the door for the furnace man to do the annual service check. Uh oh, what’s happened?

It turned out he had left his backpack with his laptop in it outside two nights before, gone back to his room, fallen asleep, and remembered it the next day. After searching for it throughout that day, reporting it to campus safety, lost and found, and maintenance, he was starting to think maybe it was gone. He was more worried about his class notes than the computer. Read more