Fearing God.

I have a real problem sleeping after an earthquake. There's just something about California that freaks me out. Perhaps I'm the only one, but when I see a huge shooting star, the feeling of panic is sometimes greater than joy. I think, "There is something burning up in the sky as it comes at me."
Today, there was an earthquake. It was just small enough to not do damage, but big enough to arouse sleeping fears and it makes me contemplate the unknown. In the bible, the earth quakes a lot. Sometimes I feel like that's just the way he manifests himself the most. In nature.
God is so huge that we just don't get it most of the time. We go on with our lives until the living room shakes and it feels like someone just picked up your house and dropped it.
Sure the adrenaline rises. Memories of a 6.5 come to mind. You guess where to take cover. You sit up and get ready to move. The world sort of collapses for a moment and all you know is I-don't-know-what-to-do-I-am-not-in-control-I-might-die. Sure, that's a little dramatic, but seeing as the last earthquake killed some people, I'm not totally sure it's too much. For all I knew, LA was underwater and the North American Plate had broken off.
Sometimes I wonder if God kicks the plates around to remind us that he is so big and so in control and there's nothing we can do about it. Not in a bad way, but in a way that says, "I'm here, remember?" To get us back to good old fashioned fear and understanding that no matter how many movies we watch, how many books we read, how many people vote for Obama, He is still God. We lose sight of that from time to time.
On nights like this when my head is full of what-ifs and scary movie trailers, I wonder if fearing God is terrible. Then I remember: I'm still alive. Things will be okay.
Here's to Earthquakes.
Here's to plate tectonics.
Here's to lives lost and lives saved.
Here's to meteors.
And Here's to a God who causes it all to happen.