Tsunami Warning?

There’s a first for everything right!

Image taken at 7:10; same time first wave was supposed to hit the island

I can’t make this shit up. Hahahah. I was feeling so good today. I nannied in the morning and was thrilled to have the rest of the day to do whatever. I typically work doubles on Tuesdays—nannying in the morning and then working at the driving range in the afternoon. But today I had the day off. Feels like a rarity these days, but I wasn’t letting it go to waste.

Well. Well. Well. You know that thing about making your own plans and then God walks in like, “HEY, never mind”? Yeah. That.

Around 3 PM, my phone starts blaring. Tsunami Warning. This was the first I’d heard of it. My phone starts vibrating way more than normal (let’s be honest, it doesn’t take much). So… what do I do? I send a picture to my family group chat, and immediately, my mom calls me. (I love you, Mom! But I forget you worry.)

First thing she says is, “Aren’t you scared?”

I said, “Mom, if God wanted me to die in this tsunami, no matter what I do, that’s what’s going to happen.”
She didn’t like that.
But honestly? I wasn’t worried. I felt a weird sense of peace—like whatever is meant to be will just... be.

That’s how my life has felt lately. No hard feelings—just steps to becoming. My friend and I always talk about God testing us. From the small things—like someone cutting you off in traffic—to the big moments that test your character and who you are deep in your soul.

What will you do when the world around you is panicking?
Will you remain steadfast—or fall into the chaos?

Back to the tsunami: my plans for a glorious day off were slightly interrupted by nonstop news coverage, contacting family and friends to let them know I was safe, and trying to gameplan: do I stay? Do I go?

I’ve never experienced anything like this. I ended up taking the afternoon slow, keeping in touch with updates, and making a backup plan just in case the storm did hit. But honestly, worry still never really entered my mind.

I even stopped at the beach before heading to my friend’s place—about an hour before the storm was supposed to hit. (Totally not what I was told to do.) But I wanted to take it in. There was so much unknown about this storm, and I wanted to see the ocean one last time—just in case.

In a moment where panic could’ve taken over, I felt peace.
And I can't say I would've responded that way a few months ago.
I watched people run to the mountains, raid the stores, panic.
But even in all that chaos, I remained still.

Thank you, Jesus.

I’m writing this now from my friend’s couch—only about a mile from my place, but four stories up and away from the shore. I’m grateful to be here with them. Maybe God just knew I needed some connection, some puppy love, and an excuse to hang out.

It’s 9:30 PM now. I’ll be heading home soon. Nothing crazy to report...
but hey—it turned into a little tsunami party while it lasted :,)