Last night we had a good old-fashioned, Kansas thunderstorm. Thunder, lightning, strong winds, hail and rain (no tornadoes this time)! I don't usually get scared very quickly by storms but last night I felt nervous. Maybe it's being in my own house alone and feeling "responsible". I don't know.
I went around and checked all the windows AND the doors! The doors had been cause for some stress, early on in my renting experience. Although they were supposedly fixed, there hadn't been a good storm to give them a fair trial. I went downstairs and sighed in dismay at the water seeping under the west door and oozing into the carpet. Nope! That one definitely wasn't fixed properly.
As the wind continued to shriek and howl around the corners of my little "barn", I tried unsuccessfully to get a weather report. I thought of calling the neighbors but that didn't seem like a very good option at 11:30 p.m. And so I crawled into bed, praying for peace in spite of the storm.
And God, my faithful Father, graciously granted that request. I didn't know if I'd live to see the light of day or be blown away in my sleep but I knew that whatever happened God would be with me.
This morning I was thinking of the storms of life that rock my boat at times and thankful again for the peace God gives in those storms, as well.
