The “flood of the century” came not too long after I moved here, but the last three days seemed to have been a repeat. Dark skies! Loud house-shaking thunder! Flash floods! Yesterday I was thinking I should postpone my necessary small trips and duties until a brighter, drier day. Really? What had become of me? Was I turning into a sissy? Where was my courage hiding? I had never before considered staying in because of weather. I loved a challenge!
After the hubby died, I lost strength. I realized that because he was so strong, I drew strength from him. He was also a port in the storm, a safety net. I have not been fearful since he has been gone, just older and more cautious, less bold. Mulling this over, I saw the bad weather as an opportunity to get out there and take courage. It was a small thing but necessary.
When my stepdaughters came to live with me, they were afraid of the dark. I used to tell them that the same God who takes care of them during the day, takes care of them during the night. Same with storms. He is still with me in the storms as well as in quiet times, and whether I have my human safety net or not.
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