It's raining. And thundering. And lightning. I'm at work, caring for little Ella, who is currently napping. And as much as I want to be OK with this storm... I am not. Yes. I'm 23 (and a half), and I'm still scared of storms. When it storms, I want to be around people...who will know what to do if the end comes. (...heh...I'm not being dramatic...) Or preferably, a storm shelter or sturdy building with a basement.
My car has rubber bumpers. (How's that for a topic change? It's related though, I promise.) In the 6 years that I've owned this car, I've had (quite) a few fender benders. Mostly when backing out or in or fitting through a tight space...going 5 mph or less. And yet, There's usually no damage to my car, and little damage to the other car, tree, light pole, house, etc (what? I'm not a bad driver.) Why? It's because of those rubber bumpers. They protect my car from dents, dings, scrapes, and scratches.
In elementary school, I played city league softball. At practice one day, I was up to bat and I hit the ball. I had just reached 1st base when the pitcher threw the ball to the first baseman....and hit me in the head instead. I wasn't wearing a helmet....after all, it was just practice. I don't remember it hurting that bad. I might've cried from the shock (thankfully I wasn't up to fast-pitch yet) and sat out for a minute, but then I was fine. From then on, we wore helmets at practice.
Why am I spouting all of this off randomly?
I realized lately that I have always been protected. Despite the head conks, fender benders, and tornadoes...........I've been in His hands. Under the shadow of His wing. Safe.
What have I got to worry about? There are men and women fighting in wars. Homeless people. Children in abusive homes. Millions of people in worse situations than me. God protects them, too.
And I'm scared of a storm. A storm that proves to me just how powerful my God is.
It doesn't really make sense, does it?
"Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me!
For my soul trusts in You;
And in the shadow of Your wings I will make my refuge,
Until these calamities have passed by."
Psalm 57:1
Monday, April 4, 2011
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Rubber Bumpers, Storm Shelters...and other protective measures...
It's raining. And thundering. And lightning. I'm at work, caring for little Ella, who is currently napping. And as much as I want to be OK with this storm... I am not. Yes. I'm 23 (and a half), and I'm still scared of storms. When it storms, I want to be around people...who will know what to do if the end comes. (...heh...I'm not being dramatic...) Or preferably, a storm shelter or sturdy building with a basement.
My car has rubber bumpers. (How's that for a topic change? It's related though, I promise.) In the 6 years that I've owned this car, I've had (quite) a few fender benders. Mostly when backing out or in or fitting through a tight space...going 5 mph or less. And yet, There's usually no damage to my car, and little damage to the other car, tree, light pole, house, etc (what? I'm not a bad driver.) Why? It's because of those rubber bumpers. They protect my car from dents, dings, scrapes, and scratches.
In elementary school, I played city league softball. At practice one day, I was up to bat and I hit the ball. I had just reached 1st base when the pitcher threw the ball to the first baseman....and hit me in the head instead. I wasn't wearing a helmet....after all, it was just practice. I don't remember it hurting that bad. I might've cried from the shock (thankfully I wasn't up to fast-pitch yet) and sat out for a minute, but then I was fine. From then on, we wore helmets at practice.
Why am I spouting all of this off randomly?
I realized lately that I have always been protected. Despite the head conks, fender benders, and tornadoes...........I've been in His hands. Under the shadow of His wing. Safe.
What have I got to worry about? There are men and women fighting in wars. Homeless people. Children in abusive homes. Millions of people in worse situations than me. God protects them, too.
And I'm scared of a storm. A storm that proves to me just how powerful my God is.
It doesn't really make sense, does it?
"Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me!
For my soul trusts in You;
And in the shadow of Your wings I will make my refuge,
Until these calamities have passed by."
Psalm 57:1
My car has rubber bumpers. (How's that for a topic change? It's related though, I promise.) In the 6 years that I've owned this car, I've had (quite) a few fender benders. Mostly when backing out or in or fitting through a tight space...going 5 mph or less. And yet, There's usually no damage to my car, and little damage to the other car, tree, light pole, house, etc (what? I'm not a bad driver.) Why? It's because of those rubber bumpers. They protect my car from dents, dings, scrapes, and scratches.
In elementary school, I played city league softball. At practice one day, I was up to bat and I hit the ball. I had just reached 1st base when the pitcher threw the ball to the first baseman....and hit me in the head instead. I wasn't wearing a helmet....after all, it was just practice. I don't remember it hurting that bad. I might've cried from the shock (thankfully I wasn't up to fast-pitch yet) and sat out for a minute, but then I was fine. From then on, we wore helmets at practice.
Why am I spouting all of this off randomly?
I realized lately that I have always been protected. Despite the head conks, fender benders, and tornadoes...........I've been in His hands. Under the shadow of His wing. Safe.
What have I got to worry about? There are men and women fighting in wars. Homeless people. Children in abusive homes. Millions of people in worse situations than me. God protects them, too.
And I'm scared of a storm. A storm that proves to me just how powerful my God is.
It doesn't really make sense, does it?
"Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me!
For my soul trusts in You;
And in the shadow of Your wings I will make my refuge,
Until these calamities have passed by."
Psalm 57:1
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