We had a torrential downpour yesterday. It was the first of the spring season. It was so loud and the rain was heavy and blinding. I was safe in my home.
Two of my female cats were outside minutes before it started. I was calling for them but they weren't coming. I walked onto my patio and called for them again. I looked under my bushes and found one of them chilling out. She was tucked in pretty good so I knew she'd have to come out on her own. The other one came flying out of nowhere as if to say, "Hey, Mom! What's up? Can you scratch my belly?" I picked her up then the other one followed us in.
It was less than a few minutes when the downpour hit. Being in a metal mobile home amplifies rain, hail, wind and flying debris. Thankfully my girls were safe inside and all we had was rain.
The storm reminded me of how powerless I am in some of life's events. Like the weather, some things happen with little to no notice. That means I need to prepare (best I can) ahead of time so that the stress won't be too high.
For example, I bought enough pet carriers so I can get them out of the house safely. I have candles that burn a long time in case of a power outage. I have gallons of water, flashlights and a battery powered radio so I can hear what's going on. Simple things like that decrease my stress and help me feel prepared for something that's probably never going to happen -- but might.
I believe God wants me to praise Him in the storm.
I believe God wants me to plan for the storm.
I believe God wants me to be prepared for the storm.
I believe God wants me to pray throughout the storm.
God wants us to be smart.
To listen to His Holy Spirit guiding us.
And yes, to be praising Him for all He's going to do for us in the storm.
