Beauty like a storm
I love storms, I love everything about them. The flash of the lightening, lighting up the darkest nights, the rain hitting the roof, and the windows, and the wind. I was babysitting for Bianca Vimont last night when the storm hit. At first, I was a little freaked out. There was something knocking at the front door. I realized that on the outside of their door, they have a little sign hanging. The wind, which was blowing so fiercly last night, was just making that little sign sound like someone knocking at the door.
I loved my drive home, watching the lightening. It was so beautiful. I love seeing God through those types of storms, the fierce, ferocious, a bit terrifying-yet exciting, beautiful, and amazing storms. Shows me a bit about God...ok, not just a bit, an immense amount of God.
The last couple of weeks have been so trying, yet so wonderful. God is truly working in me, showing me the many things I have to work on, and sending me trials that will mold and make me into the woman He wants. I'm not afraid of trials anymore, and I don't shy from them. I'm beginning to embrace them, get excited about them, and almost, almost welcome them. Even the storms are beautiful...
I loved my drive home, watching the lightening. It was so beautiful. I love seeing God through those types of storms, the fierce, ferocious, a bit terrifying-yet exciting, beautiful, and amazing storms. Shows me a bit about God...ok, not just a bit, an immense amount of God.
The last couple of weeks have been so trying, yet so wonderful. God is truly working in me, showing me the many things I have to work on, and sending me trials that will mold and make me into the woman He wants. I'm not afraid of trials anymore, and I don't shy from them. I'm beginning to embrace them, get excited about them, and almost, almost welcome them. Even the storms are beautiful...