Strong wind shatters glass.
Tornado stares in my soul.
Wake up from nightmare.
Growing up in Indiana, I had my fair share of tornado warnings at school and home. I distinctly remember playing a baseball game one day in the middle of the country, when all of a sudden tornado sirens were blasted on the concession stand speakers. Everyone had to immediately evacuate to the nearest shelter. It was a scary moment. Thankfully nobody was hurt.
Tornadoes are recurrent dreams. To this day, I still have dreams of seeking shelter from tornadoes. As you might guess, I barely make it to a house or shelter before all of a sudden the tornado rips through the house. And in the end, I do make it out alive.
I have always wondered why I have these dreams. Is it a projection of my fears? Is my life chaotic right now? I don’t feel like this is the case, but maybe on the subconscious level, there might be inner conflict. Whatever the case may be, I continually trust in the Lord. He is the shelter in my storms. Blessings!