The eye of the storm

Storms are magnificant, in all of their power, magnitude, glory.

No one deny's that in the middle of one we all beg for mercy and long for peace. Storms re-awaken the land, they bring much needed water, and quench the thirst of telos.

I was just in the eye. The calmist, most serene place in the middle of the storm. All things can be changing around me, but when given a glimpse, even if only for a moment I knew that storms are not the way things ought to be.

So... I am off to the airport, I don't think that I have ever prayed so hard for a specific seat on a plane.
(aisle seat, exit row, please!)

But either way, I do look forward to getting some long over due shut eye.


You are all in my Thoughts and Prayers (phil 1:3) and I will catch you on the flip side.