From flip flops to galoshes

       So I was out of town a few weeks ago and then I got sick and have been getting migraines from being very dehydrated, so my hubby and I wanted to go on a get away weekend to Charleston, Sc. I have always wanted to walk on the beach in Charleston, so I was so excited to go. We were to leave yesterday and return home tomorrow. 

       So, I was planning on going to Walmart Thursday morning to get some flip flops for the beach, but when I woke up, it was raining and I wasnot expecting that. Okay, so anyone who knows me, knows that I have a very bad habit of never checking the weather. I once packed tank tops to go to my niece's birthday in March, it was warm in Arkansas but if I had checked the weather I would have known that Ohio was expecting snow. Needless to say it was a very cold weekend.

       Anyway, I thought I was lucky to be going to Sc bc I would be relaxing on the beach while Ga was getting flooded. Wrong, my hubby texted me and said we should postpone our travel plans bc Andrea (a fun planned, weekend ruining tropical storm) was headed to Charleston and we could get trapped and likely everything we had planned would be closed anyway. I was so upset. I had already considered texting him to tell him we should postpone, but I had no idea about tropical storm Andrea.

      So now, we are here in Ga and I am thinking I should have bought galoshes. I love the rain because it is something new to me. Growing up in the desert I did not get a lot of oppurtunity to see rain, and I love it!!! I feel like there is a peace about it, which is ironic because it is called a storm. I feel like I can sense the presence of GOD right there with me, protecting me from every strike of lightening and every crash or thunder. If I can sense HIM so near in the physical storms, why can I not feel HIM ever present in the spiritual ones? I trust HIM with the most violent of tornadoes and hurricanes, but I try to take matters into my own hands when it comes to the things I am trying to get victory over. Oh LORD, help me to sit back and watch the storms of life pass by.

Ballet Slippers

I always wished I could be beautiful and graceful like a ballerina. I love to dance (only around my house where no one can see me and laugh) and I would love to glide across the stage like Ginger Rogers. Well, the dancing genes were never given to me, but my niece Emma is a ballet dancer, she is only for, and she had a performance this past weekend and I was able to go and watch her on the "big stage" (I just love the way she describes things in life) dance like a pretty dancer. As I watched her dance a thought occurred to me that so much time and preperation goes into each dance that these beautiful ballerinas dance. Emma works all school year long on only learning two dances that she performs in May. so much work goes into each number and the dances last a little under three minutes a piece. As I watched her dance, I wondered if there was anything in my life that I was that dedicated to, something that I spent from September to May learning and mastering. My conclusion almost freightened me, there was nothing that came to mind. Surely as a Christian, I have learned to be diligent in Bible reading and Scripture memorizing... no I can not truthfully say that I have. Have I learned and studied all that I can to do the very best job that I can (I am a Christian, wife, friend, and keeper of my home) so that I can have a successful life in Christ? Again, I can not truthfully say that I am.That thought is scary. I want to be more diligent, more studious, andlearn more about HIM. Oh LORD, help me to be diligent. LORD, make me into a beautiful ballerina. :)