He's Got Me

In the wee hours of Thursday morning, when I got word that my parents’ house had flooded again, I didn’t take the news very well. Hadn’t they just suffered this tragedy two years ago? Hadn’t loads of stress come along with it—for them and us as a family? Yes, and yes. So, why would this happen to them again? More precisely, why would a good God allow this to happen to them again? He could have marched onto heaven’s balcony, pointed his holy finger at Imelda and shouted, “Peace! Be still! Outa here!” But, he didn’t.

I don’t mind telling you that I had a little meltdown over the fact that he could have, but he didn’t, and I delivered a passionate monologue to the Creator himself, letting him know just how disappointed I was in his overall decision. Of course, the Creator is used to me by now, and he knew that, after my fervor fizzled and my monologue came to an end, he would still be good, he would still be able, and I would do as I have always done when hard times come my way: trust and lean on him. It’s called unshakable faith, and it is what defines me.

I wrote part of a song in my sleep the other night. I do that fairly often, but they aren’t always worthy of development, and sometimes they make no sense when I wake up. This one, however, broke both of those rules, and I immediately went to the piano and fine-tuned the melody and lyrics a bit. I finished the song a few days before Imelda struck, and I’m thinking my Creator might have sent it to me in my sleep as a friendly reminder ahead of the curve. It’s called, “He’s Got Me,” and the hook line says, “No matter what will be, I’ve got him, and he’s got me.” How true that has been in my personal life, and as my parents and our family deal with this unexpected setback, I’m grateful for the reminder that he’s got us all in the palm of his hand.

A blessed weekend to you all, and may God hold you tightly in whatever storms you face.