But every cyclone has a calm at its heart.
Today, something pushed me out of the whirlwind and into the quiet: A flat tire on my bicycle.
I was out for a ride when it happened. Climbing and coasting through the foothills, I did occasionally interrupt my pace- to look at a stream, a grain field, an abandoned mill... But only when I wanted to stop. My ride was under my control.
The tire changed everything. In about a minute, it exhaled all of its air, and it didn't breathe any back in.
Plodding along the side of the road, I waited on my cousin to find me. Everything was calm. The wind brushed against my hair and whispered in my ear. Stillness. Quietness. Just plodding along...
Sometimes, we need something to stop us in our tracks. Helplessness isn't always bad, and we don't always have to be in control. It may take something unforeseen to allow our souls to rest.
Maybe those flat tires aren't that bad, after all...
Be still, my soul.