Yesterday I was startled awake by the ramblings of an ending storm. I am not a trained meteorologist, but I do know that right before a storm leaves our area it sends one long and lasting rumble of thunder as if to say, 'remember I was here.'
Moments later I looked outside I saw two playful deer. One would leap high into the air followed by the other and I could sense their feeling of joy. Eventually the mother showed up and they respectfully followed her way.
I couldn't help thinking about how nature resembles our lives and that as we try to weather the current storm we are looking for that final blast before everything turns out all right. And as we pray for help we cant always see God, just like I couldn't see the deer until after the storm is over.
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