One phone call.
That’s all it took to make time stand still.
And sitting here this morning,
I feel as if the clock stopped for our family for almost a week.
Tim and I look at each other now and wonder what happened.
We never dreamed last Wednesday would be
the last day his mom would be alive.
Coming back to Kentucky was hard.
Leaving his dad wasn’t easy.
And this morning as I sit here
staring at my screen,
I am fully aware of the emptiness of words
at so many different points in life.
Twenty-six letters doesn’t seem to be enough
to fill up the empty space in my husband’s heart
or on the blank page in front of me.
So I’m struggling.
So much has happened in the last six days.
In our family’s life.
And in the pages of the Bible.
Job’s friends have continued with their blabbing.
Several times, Job has attempted to reply,
trying to make sense of all that’s happened.
And God has finally reached His limit.
As if He’s been watching from the front row
and can take it no more,
He takes the stage.
Pushes all the actors aside and begins to speak.
Not in the form of a person.
But in the shape of a whirlwind.
The very word we’ve used to describe the last six days in our own lives.
God, who up to this point had seemed absent,
finally makes Himself known.
And proves He has been there all along.
His voice begins to thunder
and in perfect God-style,
His answers aren’t explanations.
Suffering doesn’t suddenly make sense
as His voice breaks the silence,
mixed with the sound of violently-spinning air.
God makes it very clear that this life will forever be filled with questions.
And these questions will forever point back to Him.
Whirlwinds have a way of grabbing our attention,
and God definitely got Job’s.
Just like the past week got ours.
As the dust settled,
Job was able to see again,
but his perspective had forever been changed.
The world had shifted from the force of the wind
and Job’s view of life had shifted too.
“I had heard reports about you,
but now my eyes have seen you.”
Whirlwinds change us.
Personal encounters with God change us too.
That’s how it felt to stand and hug person after person
who loved my mother-in-law.
Listening to the stories of how her notes and cards had encouraged each of them
in their own life struggles,
Just as God’s words humbled Job.
How many whirlwinds does it take to change a person?
the dust has somewhat settled.
Tim and I are back home.
Our kids and Tim’s siblings have almost all returned to their homes as well.
Tim’s dad is surrounded by loving friends in Texas,
and life has to go on.
Things will never be the same.
And no amount of questioning will ever bring us answers.
There’s something very comforting, though, knowing Tim’s mom
lived a life that led her to a place where she has no need for answers.
Her eyes now see Him who speaks to us through whirlwinds.
Maybe that’s it.
Until the day we see Him face to face,
He may choose to change us one whirlwind at a time.
So how many whirlwinds does it take to completely change a person?
I think the answer will always be,
Until the dust settles for the final time.
And we’re finally able to see Him clearly –
with our very own eyes.