It’s hard to believe that a fierce cyclone is approaching. The evening before is so golden and calm.
There is just time for a quick dip before the little one goes to bed. Sleepovers are so precious. They allow time for conversations to unfold:
—’What’s a cyclone?’
—’It’s a fierce storm with wild winds and lots of rain.’
—How do they know it’s coming?
—Because the satellites up in space circle the earth and take pictures. They see a place where the clouds are going round and round – like a whirlwind, and that’s the cyclone. It’s up in the Pacific islands at the moment, and is moving down towards New Zealand.
Time for a warm bath after the shivers that follow a dip in the sea. Then to be wrapped in a warm towel. And a little more conversation:
—Granny, can I lift the plug?
—Yes, you can.
—I want to see the cyclone go down the plughole.
If only the cyclones that sweep through our lives could be dealt with so easily! If we could unplug and watch them spin away, never to return.
We have been warned to put aside lots of water, get batteries for our torches, have a radio handy, food in the cupboards, and not to go outside when the cyclone hits tonight.
When the life cyclones hit, what do you need in your survival kit?
I have a little pouch of prayers, a bundle of bravery, a rumble of resilience, and a fistful of faith.
How about you?