The Eye of the Storm

 I was returning to LKY from Mae Sot hospital with a small 11 year old LKY student, Saw Myew Teh.  I had no sense of impending crises, in fact I decided not to purchase diesel just out of Mae Sot, but to wait for Mae Ramat 30 minutes out.  Now we are in the middle of the dry season and one does not expect rain during this time, therefore I thought nothing of the jet black sky ahead of me, until fat drops of water started hitting my windshield and quickly progressing to a hard downpour.  My windshield wipers could not keep up with the tremendous flow of water.  Two small cars ahead of us slowed to a stop off the side of the road.  By this time the blast of wind out of the east hit with fury.  It sounded just like the proverbial frieght train.   Now the rain was coming even harder and I could barely distinguish the poorly painted dots in the center of the road.  Should I continue, or stop like the other cautious drivers?  Slowly I crept along through already alarmingly high flood waters.  Suddenly in my close field of vision I saw a large tree coming down immediately infornt of me.  Feeling responsible for the innocent lad sitting beside me, I sent a desperate and fearful prayer heavenward.  At the same time I asked forgiveness for my fear, pleading for the "Peace that passeth understanding."  I was able to skirt the freshly fallen tree on the left, and continue my snail's pace.  A large truck overtook me slowly but even his emergency flashers disappeared from view as soon as it pulled over in front of me.  Lightening cracked down upon the earth 360 degrees all around us.  We were in the eye of a great storm.  I thanked the Lord that I was driving a pickup truck and not a small car.  I decided to continue driving because trees lined the road and I would rather be moving when one came down and not be a sitting target.  Perhaps we could drive out of this horrible monster soon if we kept going.  Signs and roadside stands were tumbling down and dashing horizontally across the road.  and still the "frieght train' roared as the winds tore hard against my side of the truck, moving us always to the left.  Thunder in great crashes overtook the noise of the wind and vibrated the whole truck. How long would this storm last?  Minutes seemed like hours.  Two more trees came down in front of us before we arrived in Mae Ramat.  By this time the intensity of the storm had abated a little and I thankfully pulled up to the CLOSED gas pumps, low on gas and exhausted.  When I finally regained my voice, I asked the small boy if he had been frightened at all during the fierce storm.  He smiled his beautiful smile which only he can do, and looked up at me, calmly saying, "No, teacher, not at all." I could tell he had been watching the scenes unfolding before him with curiousity and interest.  He was trusting me implicitly to drive us safely home.As I thought of this lad's sweet smile, his calm repose and trust, I thought of my relationship with the Saviour who is longing to have me smile and implicitly trust Him to lead me through the eye of every storm and safely guide me home.  Do I fully rely in the One who trod this path before us, who has experienced each treacherous turn and lurking danger, who only knows what is best for me and those in my contact?  Will I fully trust His hand?  Will I lay my total weight upon Him and cling to His every Word? Have I experienced Him closer and dearer in every tempest that rages?Soon the eye of a storm will hit us with greater fury than ever before experienced.  Its unsurpassing force will sweep everyone away who has not yet learned to fully trust Him now.  How is it with you today in the eye of the storm?