Are You Ready to Ramble?

Are you ready to ramble? My staying on topic is questionable in the best of circumstances. Longtime readers know that expectng me to stay on topic would be like expecting The Donald to trade his comb-over for a buzz cut. It ain’t happening.

While this would be true under the best of circumstances, a nicely organized post is going to be even more of a stretch right now.  I’ve landed back home from the Sue Ellen’s Girl Ain’t Fat, She Just Weighs Heavy book tour.  Yesterday was spent making grand gestures at conquering the mountain of catch-up work staring at me from the All Things Southern desk but my heart wasn’t in it, not even a little.  Right now, my world feels too surreal. Life as I know it could change before these words ever post. And no, I’m not being overly dramatic, not this time. Today, this storyteller is straight up serious.

I’m sitting on my porch talking to y’all, sipping coffee, and watching the egrets feed along the banks of beautiful Lake Providence that nestles up to my back yard—

and trying to process the very real possibility of my home-town being flooded by the rising waters of the Mighty Mississippi.  Here’s a newspaper link that may explain what we’re facing.

 

It’s hard to forget the phone call home to my man from somewhere in the South this week:

Me: Honey, do I need to stop and get another generator?

My Man: (Long Pause) Baby, if the levee breaks, a generator won’t help us.

Me: Right.

And so, we wait. My man farms. I write words. And we wait.  

Oh, I’ve got boxes. I went out for them earlier, big blue plastic boxes for the papers and the pictures and…and what? If you start, where do you stop? Someone said today that depending on where it breaks, if it were to break, we could have a day, a couple hours, or seven minutes to get out of town. Really? Seven minutes? Should we leave now?

In the face of these mounting questions that far outnumber the answers, the words of an old hymn bring solace to my soul, “I don’t know what the future holds, but I know who holds the future” and I cling to the words of Hebrews 6:19, “We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure.”

My anchor holds. Thank God my anchor holds, even when my thoughts and emotions drift.

I’m thinking of a boat in choppy water, or more particularly, my Seadoo watercraft moored in Lake Providence in the summertime, held by a rope to an anchored buoy. When the water gets choppy it starts drifting away, only to be jerked back time and again by the anchor.  I see me, prayed up and full of faith one moment— before the next news report, before that troubling phone call.  My thoughts may begin drifting but my sweet Jesus holds me firm and secure. Sometimes, yes, sometimes, He even “jerks” me back to Him, and for that I am eternally grateful.  

My family and I will go through this, or if Father wills it, we may get to go around it, but Praise God, we won’t go it alone.  My prayers tonight are for those who don’t have this solace. Should you feel compelled to join me, I would so welcome your company around the throne.

Hugs,
Shellie 

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About Shellie Rushing Tomlinson

Known as The Belle of All Things Southern, Shellie Rushing Tomlinson is a national best-selling author, speaker, radio host, and columnist from Louisiana.
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7 Responses to Are You Ready to Ramble?

  1. mydismalswamp says:

    He never said there wouldn’t be challenges. Only that He’d be there for us in our time of need.

    The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want.
    He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
    He leadeth me beside the still waters.
    He restoreth my soul:
    He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name’ sake.

    Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
    I will fear no evil: For thou art with me;
    Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
    Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies;
    Thou annointest my head with oil; My cup runneth over.

    Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,
    and I will dwell in the House of the Lord forever.

    — KJV, 23rd Psalm

  2. Amen and amen, Frank! Nothing comforts like the Comforter’s words.

  3. Leslie says:

    Oh sweetie. Praying some Ephesians 3 right now:
    “And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.
    Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen. “

  4. Cheryl Windham Lewis says:

    Beautiful words Shellie! A strong attitude creates strong character! And that you definitely have!!! My prayers are with everyone during this time!
    Cheryl Windham Lewis
    Madison MS

  5. Cheryl, it is so heartwarming to hear from all of those who are standing with us, not to mention hitting their knees for us. I thank you.

  6. Jessica says:

    great post mom. I wish I was there with ya’ll. It breaks my heart to know what ya’ll might be facing but I trust the Lord is going to save you. He is mighty to save and he will push back those waters. That is what I am praying.

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