“Hear my cry, O Lord,
Attend unto my prayer.
From the end of the earth will I cry out to Thee,
When my heart is overwhelmed,
Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.”
— Hear My Cry Oh Lord
Hurricane Melissa was devastating.
Truly devastating.
A powerful, record-breaking system — almost unnerving in how it behaved. It gathered strength over warm waters, slowed, stalled, pulled in more energy, and grew into something that felt less like weather and more like an uncontrollable force. Then it moved — following what seemed like the path of least resistance — tearing through Black River, cutting across Westmoreland, pushing past Montego Bay, and leaving its mark as it went.
Living through it was frightening. Not just because of the wind or rain, but because of the uncertainty. The waiting. The listening. The wondering what would come next.
And yet, as overwhelming as it was, one truth keeps rising to the surface.
“When my heart is overwhelmed,
Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.”
This reflectio…
