Last night I woke up in the middle of the night to the howling wind. I listened as the wind whipped around my house and sounded like it was destroying limbs and branches on every tree nearby. I wasn’t afraid. In fact I found myself smiling, not wanting to fall back asleep. Because this was the second night in a row that the weather was flirting with me. The night before I woke up to one of the most impressive thunder and lightning storm I may have ever witnessed. It was incredible. I knew that I was loved.
I have always had an inclination to nature oddities, and for some strange reason I believe that God is trying to tell me that He has everything in control during these times. In 1997 El Nino hit the California cost, and I was living in the San Francisco Bay area. One particular night I stood by the Light House in Santa Cruz while waves from the ocean broke over the sea wall and onto the road. I was ecstatic. God was in control of the waves. I clearly was not. I felt loved.
I’m not sure how to express my thankfulness other than, I’m glad that He speaks my Love Language.
