On Friday morning in New Jersey, we had an earthquake that registered 4.8 on the Richter scale. And Friday evening, after feeling one of several aftershocks we’d had that day, I felt prompted to write a post for my Facebook author page about all the shaking and a special memory it stirred. The words came pouring out, and after pausing to have supper and take the dog for her evening stroll, I posted it to my Facebook page just after 7:30 pm. Then I set aside my devices for the rest of the evening to spend time with my family. Less than 12 hours later, when I picked up my phone again, the post had almost 4,500 impressions, over 1,000 engagements and oodles of comments! And now, as I prepare this blog post early Monday morning, the stats stand at 6,900 impressions and 1,345 engagements. That’s like 20x my usual! Never, has one of my Facebook posts resonated with so many people.
With that in mind, I thought I’d share it here as well. I hope it’s just what you need this Monday morning.
THE POST:
We had an earthquake Friday, April 5th, 2024 at 10:23 am. I was up on the third floor of my church in New Jersey in a Bible study when it happened. There was definite shaking, like a super giant freight train was rumbling by. Everything rattled and the adrenaline in the room shot up in a nano-second.
After the shaking stopped, the women in my group decided we felt most comfortable going outside, so we did that. One woman thought there had been an explosion in the building, but a quick look online showed that it had indeed been an earthquake -4.8- and situated only a few miles from us. A couple of these dear women were so shaken that they decided the wanted to go home, but the rest of us trooped back upstairs to our roost on the third floor. We resumed our discussion, but I could tell the earthquake was still on everyone’s mind.
And I have to admit that all day long memories of the one big earthquake I was in have been flooding my mind. I was a young married whipper-snapper of a thing back then. The setting was was January of 1994 in our little apartment in Los Angeles, CA (pictured in the collage). That day so long ago, my husband and I awoke in the wee hours of the morning to the most violent shaking I have ever experienced.
I knew from the earthquake-preparedness training I had recently had as a new teacher that we were supposed to find the nearest doorway to stand in, but the shaking was so violent- shaking up and down and sideways- that we couldn’t even get out of bed. So, instead, we just held on to each other and screamed (or at least I screamed!). All around us, I heard explosions as transformers burst and I was terrified.
After the shaking stopped, everyone in our little 1950s court-yard style apartment complex (think Melrose Place, the popular tv series from the early 90s), emerged to make sure everyone was okay. And I remember the guy who lived downstairs from us humorously saying, “Well, I don’t hear the ocean, so that’s a good thing.” That bit of humor helped to calm everyone’s nerves.
The other thing I remember about those first moments after the Northridge Quake of 1994 was that I went to check to see how our car had fared. And there sitting on the car was a dove, peacefully waiting for me. I had a strong sense at that moment that God himself had sent that dove for me (knowing that I was a worrier, even back then) as a sign that He was present even in the midst of the quaking and that He loved me, and us, all of us.
Immediately following this surreal God-moment, my husband and I returned to our apartment. We quickly called our parents who lived on the East coast to let them know we were okay. They hadn’t even heard about the earthquake yet (this was before internet had really taken off). It was a good thing I called them at that moment, because soon after our telephone service was cut and then they truly would have been worried (because my mother, like me, was a bonafide worrier. That’s where I got it from!)
So, what’s my closing thought – as just a couple of hours ago we in New Jersey experienced a full-fledged after shock? My closing thought is this: God is real. He is with us here, now, and always, even in the midst of the difficult. And, whatever your situation this very moment, be it earthquake, or another worry or sorrow, it is my hope that you will sense His presence and give your worries over to Him. Blessings, all.
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