It’s getting to be tornado season around my house. It’s a little funny (not ha-ha funny, but odd-funny) for me to say that since we have been blessed to avoid any huge damage from tornados since we’ve lived here. That’s over 20 years now! But there have been some bad ones come through very close to us over the years.
I don’t mind a thunderstorm every now and then. I like the feeling of being safe and protected in my house while the thunder rages outside. It reminds me of how tiny we are in the grand scheme of things. It reminds me of how awesome and huge God is and conjures up visions of Him sitting amongst the clouds, flicking His hand to instigate bright flashes of lightening and earth-shaking booms of thunder.
It also usually always makes me think of how amazingly cool it would be to see a storm from His point of view. I mean, how cool would it be to be able to look over God’s shoulder, or rather, probably, from atop His shoulder, and watch all the action from the topside? I think it’s fascinating to ponder how utterly awesome that would be.
Heh. Do you ever think about things like that?
One of my daughters-in-law is really afraid of storms. Not so much that she’s panicking, but she doesn’t care for them at all. I have never really been afraid of them. I actually liked to be outside watching when one rolled in. I know. Not very bright of me, right? Ha! But it’s true. I can remember one time when a storm was rolling in over our house. I was nine or ten years old, I guess, and Dad made me go outside and get some lawn chairs I’d left out in the yard.
As I opened the storm door and stepped outside, the wildness of the winds hit me in the face and the darkness of the sky became up close and personal and I felt incredulous that my dad had sent his poor little daughter out in that weather. Heh. But I knew he was watching me and wouldn’t let me back out of it, so I ran as fast as my legs would go. I grabbed up those two chairs, slapped them together and ran for dear life back to the garage to stow them and get back in the house as quick as I could.
Being all by myself out there was a bit more scary than I had anticipated.
But watching a storm with someone else is a little different. Another time I remember is when we got caught in the barn when a bad storm hit. I think it was maybe Mom and my sister this time. We ended up getting some hail with that one and it was so cool to me to sit in the hay up in the loft and listen to the fury outside. I think we had some puppies at the time, so that was lots of fun, too.
Or it could be that I’m completely mixing up my memories. You never know with me these days. Never the less, at one time in history, I was caught in the barn during a hailstorm and the crazy, loudness of the ice hitting the tin roof was really amazing. It’s like you have absolutely no control and no choice but to hunker down and let God’s enormous-ness happen all around you.
I dunno… maybe I’m just weird thinking about stuff like that?
Another, more recent time I remember was when my boys were young and we’d gone camping! We didn’t get hail that time, thank God, but there was lots of lightening and thunder and all we could do was hunker in the tent (yes, a TENT!) while the rain battered against the thin nylon. The very idea that some flimsy fabric was the only thing between us and the wild weather outside was pretty sobering. And of course, I did some praying in there that the stitching and fabric would hold!
I’m pretty sure that’s the four-day weekend we spent when it would rain at least once a day, then be beautifully sunny. Tommy and I ended up buying extra tarps and reinforcing our rain protection that time. The boys thought it was great fun. Mud didn’t bother them at all.
This time of year also brings birthday month. Casey’s birthday was last Sunday. Corey’s will be the Sunday after this. I can’t believe they are now 24 and 28!! I mean, seriously!?!? When did I get old enough to have an almost-30-year-old kid?!?
Thinking about them being this old makes me really wonder if I’m ever going to get a grandbaby. I try not to talk about that, especially to them, but c’mon you guys!! You’re not getting any younger!
I can’t imagine having been married this long and not having any kids. Of course, our marriage is nothing like either of our kids’ marriages. Casey and Tay continue talking like soon as she’s done with her BSN (which is next month, hallelujah!) they will be up for having kids. I guess I can’t see it though because they’re never still long enough.
They are both constantly running to this or that meeting, some sort of sporting event or party or concert or just getting together with friends. It makes my head spin! I mean, you have to plan months ahead if you want to do something with them and then it’s likely to be a no-go if Taylor has a lot of homework. Sheesh! I just wish I had that much energy! Ha!
Anyhow, yeah… I’m staring 50 in the eyeball right now and most of my friends have at least one grandbaby if not more! I feel so left out. (heh) That’s only when I let myself think about it, though.
Right now, I’m just trying to work up to where I can ride my stinkin’ bike again!! Tommy and I went out Sunday afternoon and I couldn’t even finish six miles! Of course, I hadn’t been on that bike in a good year, so I’m trying to cut myself some slack, but it sure felt horrible to realize how much stamina I have lost. How much endurance and ability.
It definitely proves the phrase “Use it or lose it” because I’ve definitely lost it. Every last bit of it!!
But here’s to better things and a stronger body. Please, Lord! 🙂
Okay, that’s all I have on my brain right now. Take some time to watch the sky today and think about what and Who stands beyond your view…
Psalm 95:4 In his hand are the depths of the earth, and the mountain peaks belong to him.5 The sea is his, for he made it, and his hands formed the dry land.