Grace Under Pressure: Serving Through the Storm

 

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Ifyou’ve never worked during a tornado warning — while customers casually eat their meals like nothing’s happening — just know: it’s equal parts surreal, hilarious, and terrifying (insert laughing but nervous emoji here). Nothing quite prepares you for the moment when a casual storm watch turns into a full-blown tornado warning, while you’re at work.

This week, Missouri did what it does best: go from cloudy skies to full-on chaos. What began as a typical storm watch quickly escalated into severe thunderstorm warnings, high winds, and tornado sirens blaring through the city. A tornado was spotted just 12 miles from Columbia, and let me tell you — it was no joke.

I am sitting at the airport in St. Louis as I write this, waiting for my flight in a few hours. The weather today was just as it was yesterday — 70-something degrees and beautiful, sunny skies, as if the thunderstorm and tornado warnings did not just run through our city like a hungry beast on a rampage, looking to devour anything in its path.

I’m from California, the Golden State. Earthquakes I’m prepared for. Tornadoes, on the other hand, I’m not necessarily prepared for or looking forward to, (Insert Laugh Out Loud emoji here). For me, it was a scene from The Wizard Of Oz when Dorothy says to Toto, “We’re not in Kansas anymore.”Inside, I’m debating whether I should go back to California and weighing my decisions while laughing inside.

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If there was ever a time that I was going to put my faith in Jesus and the Word of God to the test, it was going to be this day when Mother Nature decided to have a mad rage and turn up my whole day. 😅

It felt like something out of a movie. Like any other day, the shift started normally. I was waitressing, greeting customers, taking orders, and moving through my usual rhythm. But soon, word spread: a tornado had been spotted 12 miles from Columbia. The heavy rain picked up and slammed through the streets, the winds howled, and the sky turned that ominous gray-green we all know too well. It was like seeing my world unfold before me, and everything as I knew it was about to change.

Inside, I was doing my best to stay composed. But on the inside? My heart was having its own little thunderstorm.

Outside?
🌬️ Winds howling.
🌧️ Rain pouring sideways.
⚠️ Power outages and downed lines across town.
♻️ Our local recycling center? Completely destroyed.

Inside the restaurant?
🍽️ People were unbothered. Calm. Still ordering extra sauce like it was just another Tuesday.

Me?
😅 Trying to keep my waitress game strong while my heart was pounding like a marching band in a hurricane. I was dodging anxiety like,

“The blood of Jesus — NOT today!”

It wasn’t just a prayer. It was a declaration.

I’m not going to pretend I wasn’t anxious. I was. But I also felt grounded. Not because the situation was safe, but because I knew Who I was anchored to. It’s a strange thing — when everything around you is loud and chaotic, but somehow your soul finds stillness. That’s grace under pressure.

My sister messaged me from home saying the winds were so loud she thought the house might lift off. Meanwhile, I’m staring out the window, wondering if I need to start seating people under the tables instead of at them.

Image of a Video I Filmed During the Storm/Tornado Warning (Sirens were going off and the winds were high)

But no.
Nobody moved.
Nobody panicked.
Not even a flinch.

Still — I kept smiling. Kept moving. Kept serving.

So… we kept working.
Tornado sirens and all. 😂

When the Storm Passed

Eventually, the tornado left our area (pretty sure it veered north, but I was too busy plating entrees to track the path). The rain let up. The winds slowed. And by the time the sun began to set, the skies opened with a kind of calm that felt earned.

It was a weirdly beautiful evening after such intensity. Peace after the pressure. A moment to breathe, smile, and be grateful the storm had passed — literally and emotionally.

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This wasn’t just a weather event.
It was a reminder.

Storms will come. Some you can predict. Others hit without warning. But when you’re grounded — in faith, in self-care, in knowing Who holds your future — you don’t panic. You press on. Even if your hands are shaking and your heart’s racing.

That’s grace under pressure.

It’s not about being unaffected.
It’s about choosing peace in the middle of the storm.
It’s about letting faith anchor you when fear starts to rise.
And it’s knowing that your calm isn’t weakness — it’s strength in motion.

Question for You:

Have you ever experienced a moment where you had to keep going through a “storm”? What helped ground you?

Let’s talk. You’re not alone. ❤️

“Jesus doesn’t always calm the storm around you — but He will calm the storm within you.” — And when you let Him, you’ll find strength, stillness, and peace that surpasses all understanding.

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