JUPITER, FLORIDA – Hurricane Milton will go down in the annals of history as yet another “historic” storm—a term I’ve grown weary of hearing. It’s almost surreal how every hurricane I’ve faced seems to carry this label. As a Floridian, I’ve learned to prepare, endure, and reflect, but this storm brought with it moments that tested both my resolve and my faith.

When Hurricane Milton approached, I found myself uncharacteristically calm. Perhaps it’s the seasoned Floridian in me now, or maybe it’s the peace that comes with preparation. Supplies were stocked, 30 gallons of water bottled, gas tanks filled, and shutters ready to be deployed. I wasn’t fearful, just pragmatic, even jokingly wondering if my lack of anxiety made me a “true Floridian.”

With everything in place, I decided to relax, get some rest, and enjoy a few good movies while the power lasted. It’s a peculiar routine—finding moments of normalcy while bracing for the unknown fury of nature.

The east side of Florida bore the brunt of the storm’s early wrath. Tornadoes ripped through neighborhoods, leaving a trail of destruction just 20 miles from my home. By God’s grace, my house remained intact, and the power stayed on. Yet the sobering reality of homes destroyed and lives disrupted weighed heavily.

As the night deepened, Hurricane Milton made landfall near Siesta Key, ushering in a harrowing night of high winds and relentless rain. Tornadoes at night are particularly unsettling, their presence masked by darkness and silence, broken only by the howl of the wind.

At 2:30 a.m., I awoke to the sound of roaring winds and rattling shutters. Sleep was elusive, so I turned to worship. As I played worship music, I couldn’t help but notice the storm’s intensity seemed to diminish, at least near my home. It reminded me of the scripture: “Even the wind and the waves obey Him.” This thought brought me peace and a sense of awe for the God who holds even nature in His hands.

By morning, Hurricane Milton had moved out to sea. My home and condo complex emerged unscathed, a testament to God’s provision. Unfortunately, the same couldn’t be said for many others. Lives were lost, and countless homes were left in ruins. My heart aches for those who are grieving and rebuilding. As I reflect on the storm’s aftermath, I am reminded of the resilience of our community and the importance of prayer.

Hurricane Milton reminded me of the power of faith during times of calamity. As Christians, we are called to endure with hope and trust in God’s plan, even amidst destruction. The stories that will emerge—of neighbors helping neighbors, of communities rallying together, and of divine provision—are a testament to the light that shines in the darkest of storms.

In the days ahead, I will continue to pray for those affected by Hurricane Milton. May we, as a state and as a people, draw closer to God and to one another, finding strength and solace in His unfailing love. As the winds die down and the waters recede, let us look forward with faith, ready to rebuild and restore, anchored in the hope that only He can provide.

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