There is an eery sense of peace in the air tonight. The temperature was mild and the wind held a hint of chill and of fall. The peace, I discovered, lies in the beauty of the ugly. The sky was a dark and dreary shade of gray and storm blue and for many there is immeasurable death and destruction. Behind the storm clouds were faint orange rays that hinted at the constant presence of the setting sun. That sun stands as a reminder of the unseen beauty in destruction and in ugliness. It felt as though the world has endured a great catharsis. Through the tears of a emotional tantrum, the presence and sincerity of our emotions are made more clear and while we look awful and sometimes feel awful, there is an odd sense of peace. This is a peace that comes only as a result of those tears. That same feeling came tonight as the sun played peak-a-boo from behind a storm cloud. It was as though our world has experience a great catharsis and perhaps has found a greater peace with herself.
I fell asleep last night selfishly praying that God would provide safety for myself and my friends from the potential storm while still allowing school to be cancelled. When the morning came and I my prayers were halfway answered, I felt so guilty for the selfishness of my prayers. How quick we are to think of ourselves and forget that there are those out there who are much more in need of prayer than we are. Please pray for those who are so drastically affected by the hurricane. Lord, surround them and keep them safe in your arms.
Sometimes when we think that our prayers have only been half way answered, we realize that they have been completely answered, but just that we were praying for the wrong thing all along.