Spring Storms
Howdy all,
I’m officing out of my local Starbucks today, as the storms that ripped through Texas and Oklahoma early this morning left me without power. Thankfully, everything is still standing (including the little nearly-dead tree that became a victim of a spring storm the first year I moved into my house), even the few tulips in my garden.
Unpredictable and often violent weather is one of the things I dislike most about living in Texas. God forgot to ask me what my plans were before He opened up the skies and let the heavens bellow. But even if I have to go three days without power (as I did last year during after a big spring storm), this is a gift. I’m lucky I didn’t lose my house, my life, my livelihood.
Every wrench in our plans is a gift. Some are harder to rationalize than others. What they force us to do is let go of our expectations and rouse us out of our complacency. Humans are creatures of habit—we take comfort in the known, even if our lives aren’t exactly what we’d dreamed about, and we didn’t quite achieve the goals we set for ourselves when we were younger.
Storms bring change. Change is scary. But change is good for the soul. Change stretches us, challenges us to be more than what we are. And those who inspire positive change in us are the people we should keep company with. Even if a storm is brewing on the horizon, hang onto the hope that the sun, indeed, will shine again.
