Tonight while I was at hockey camp with Zachary, I heard people mumbling about tornadoes nearby. As we headed home, sure enough we could see ugly clouds.
Just as we pulled into the drive, the lightening put on quite a show for us. Then the wind and rain came full force. It was so beautiful. I wish I could have just enjoyed it. But as the storm became more threatening, we headed to the basement.
The boys were full of a mixture of trepidation and yet excitement. Sanj was heading home from board meeting which came to a rapid close.
I love a storm. I feel wonderment for God’s creation in the fierceness of the wind and rain.
I think of the disciples in the boat fearing for their lives. In all fairness, I am sure, if I was one of them… I, too, would have been scared.
I love that when life is too rough and I am worried about my own “tornado” that I can just shout out and know that He has it all under control. “Peace be Still!”
I love a storm. I love the feeling of peace I get from watching it. It is like watching the frustrations of life but from a safe seat… inside my house. Safe and Sound.
Then it all gets quiet. Outside has been washed clean. The rain leaves it all freshly scented!
Perfect.