By Lynna Clark

Looking forward to a day at the beach, we were greeted with this sign:

Oh dear. Suddenly I don’t feel much like relaxing. You mean there could be a tsunami? And when it comes, am I supposed to run like the little man in the picture? What if I can’t get out of my chair fast enough? What if I am busy watching the water, wondering why it is suddenly pulling away from the shore? What if I can’t find my flip flops? What if I jump up and run as fast as my short legs can carry me, but it’s not far enough? How far will a tsunami go ashore? Should I get in the truck and hope it just washes over everything, then recedes, leaving me a nice air pocket, while setting the truck upright on all four wheels? What if I can’t run to the truck, get it unlocked, climb in, and shut the door in time? What if David has walked down the beach with the keys in his pocket? Maybe I should just plan on swimming it out. I used to be a pretty good swimmer. I earned all the badges at the YMCA as a kid except the last one. I bet that’s where they taught you what to do in case of a tsunami. Oh why, oh why didn’t I take that last class? Seems like I had strep throat but I could’ve toughed it out. Why didn’t I come prepared for this? Now here we are at the beach without a plan.

“Don’t worry about anything; instead pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank Him for all He has done. Then you will experience God’s peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ Jesus.” –Philippians 4:6,7

Thanks Lord. I needed that.

By the way, Lord, will you punish the people who decided to spell tsunami with a “t?” That is just wrong.