Survive the Storm

The storm lasted through the night, but today the thunder and lightning has passed leaving a gentle rain in it’s place. Before the storm arrived, I brought the wreath from the front door inside and I swear with the weather we’ve been having this year this wreath has hung indoors more than out, but thanks to my friend Dawn, I like it equally in either place.

During the storm, the Marvelous Mrs. M. Marco Polo’d me just to make sure everything was alright. She had seen a neighbor’s post on Instagram of the golf ball sized hail we received, but it’s been a long time since seeing hail come down as hard as rain and roll down the street.

I’m not a fan of storms and almost admire those who can sit outside to watch them pass through, but God has brought me a long way this year through storms both literally and figuratively. It began back in January with the simple and yet surrendering act of continually trusting Him through each and every one. The red banana tree planted outside my window took a beating from the hail of our most recent storm and I didn’t think quickly enough to even try to protect it.

There was no need for me to intervene because that’s a part of that ‘trusting Him’ in all things, even protecting a banana tree that’s too heavy to move indoors. Seeing it’s tattered leaves shredded by the hail it looks beaten, but it’s still standing tall and upright, so it survived. I think we all feel like this banana tree looks after a storm, but the storm does pass and it doesn’t last forever.

Our part is to make it through.

It’s outer leaves look rough, but let’s take a look inside.

There’s growth, shiny and new.

We may get the crap beat out of us like Mr. Banana, but there’s strength to be gained during each and every storm. The storm is growing us from the inside, but we won’t realize all the benefits of growth until after we survive the storm.

Put In the Call

Each moment you can choose to practice My Presence or to practice the presence of problems.

Sarah Young

When we pray those urgent prayers, it’s like putting in a call to God for help. I didn’t know what was happening when the truck pulling a wood chipper drove up and parked in front of my house. The emblem on the passenger door revealed it’s from the city, so stepping outside I waited for the driver to appear.

He had a work order to trim some tree branches away from the power lines in my front yard. I smiled and chuckled because I’d forgotten about placing that order in January. After the ice storm I began a mission to get these oak trees under control and it’s been a challenge to find a reputable company at a reasonable price to trim them. If you’re new to this Blog, my home sits underneath a canopy of multiple 100 year old (minimum) Spanish Oak Trees.

It may sound silly but, from January through March I’ve prayed over the well-being of trees and I’ve learned, you can’t trust God and worry at the same time.

During the ice storm, people came to help and showed up as the best neighbors a woman could have. The trees are not yet as safe as they need to be, but God knows the state of these trees and what they can handle. He knows the same thing about us. Whenever I was tempted to worry, especially during high winds, the feature photo for this post was my screensaver on my phone. Three months later the city shows up, but they did show up, so God heard my heart.

All I did was put in the call.