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.
