But the lightning show’s DELIGHTFUL. I love, love, love summer storms! (I could do without the obnoxious tornado siren, but my local weather bureau’s just lookin’ out for me, I suppose.)
Gabe’s mom just called to see if we knew about the tornado warning.
“Yeah,” Gabe says, “I’m leaning out the bedroom window taking pictures.”
“Taking pictures? You’re supposed to be taking shelter!” (Teehee. I’d need to see an actual funnel cloud heading my way before I’d drag three sleeping beauties from their beddies to the basement.)
While Gabe snapped photos upstairs, I was downstairs finishing up my Bible study homework for tomorrow. If you’ll remember, it involves starting each day on your face before God. (I’m behind, so I did two days this morning and one tonight.) I was on the living room floor listening to the thunder clap and siren whirl and thinking, “Wow, here I am, talking to God on my face. And this is the safest place to be in a tornado–as close to the ground as you can get.” And the safest place I can ever be in any kind of situation? Flat on my face, surrendered to God. Not standing up, dancing all around with my dukes up. Flat on my face, surrendered to God. (I need to remember that.)
Then I sat down to work on my study. The day’s title? The Lord is Your Shelter (Psalm 121). Amen to that.
Anyone get a free Chipotle burrito tonight? Yeah, me neither. But it wasn’t for lack of trying. I can’t blog about it yet, because the disappointment is still too fresh. I believe “deflated” was the word I used when describing my emotions to Gabe. Pbbbbt!! (what’s that sound Terri’s always writing??)
The girls spent some time in their pool and on their new slip-&-slide (Ava’s b-day gift) this afternoon. Good thing because it’s not supposed to be nice again for a few days. The slip-&-slide is probably floating away as I type.
Thanks so much for your prayers for Saturday. I’m gathering some great ideas and feeling much more peace about the whole thing. And anti-climactically, I thumbed through a couple books this afternoon (Blushing and Is That All), and whaddya know? I actually wrote some stuff about guys and girls that I can use. Who knew?
Something random and cool–I was awarded a marketing scholarship from Cec Murphey for my new book Expectant Prayers. It’s a $4500 package of publicity and stuff. More details when I get them. (and I just realized I already mentioned this in my previous post. another brain toot.)
Bug bites/fever update: Minimal complaints of itching/no fever after 9 a.m. today. Woohoo!
Okay, enough of the sirens. It’s almost 1:00 a.m. People are in bed! (where they will die, I suppose, if a tornado hits without warning so never mind.) I’m surprised (but thrilled that) the girls are sleeping through all the loudness.
And now I’m just rambling (and stalling because I hate flossing my teeth, and for the first time in my life I’ve done it every night for four months).
Gabe’s headed to bed, so I think I’ll join him. He seemed surprised that I was blogging again, but I told him that I don’t have time in the morning on Thursdays to blog, and I like to come home from Bible study to lots of comments.
Happy Thursday, friends! Stay safe! Seek Shelter (Psalm 121–it’s a good one)!