Today there was a storm.
Hail, thunder, wind and rain. I relished it. I love the wildness, the unpredictability of it all. It's like a roller coaster controlled not by tracks and machines but by the laws of nature. It to me reminds me of the rawness and grandeur of God.
For some reason, I feel incredibly safe and, yet, vulnerable during storms. Who wants to break into someone's house or something like that in a storm? Let's set aside how in the movies the murders always occur on stormy nights. I would like to stay in my happy place. I feel vulnerable in that what can I really do to stop a storm? Nothing. There is nothing to do but embrace it and ride it out.
“Wild nights are my glory,”
the unearthly stranger told them."
~Madeleine L'Engle, "A Wrinkle In Time"