The calm after the storm
The dark clouds over Chicago drifted swiftly toward me as I relaxed on the sandy shores of Lake Michigan at the foot of the Michiana Dunes. Beginning as a dark line in the sky and swiftly building higher and wider, the approaching clouds caused the swimmers and sun worshippers to pack up and make their way up the steep slopes of Mount Baldy. The wind began to pick up, and I decided to start up the hill. About halfway up, the wind had exponentially increased. The surface sand was flowing upward, like a river in bizarro Superman’s world. By the time I reached the top, the blowing sand was stinging my legs and I was nearly unable to stand upright because of the powerful wind. Naturally, I turned to face the lake and was immediately blasted with sand in my face. Then it began to rain. But as I stood in the swirling sand, howling wind, and pelting rain I realized that I know the One responsible for the creation of intense weather, and that is an awesome thing.
Well you know how thunder is God moving furniture in heaven? I think wind is when Mrs. God is sweeping the floor. Wait… Mrs. God? What kind of messed up theology is that. Who said that anyway? Shut up Josh. 🙂
maybe he was kinda chuckling at you getting blasted in the face. i mean, i dont think it brought any harm to you, and i think God is kinda like that. humerous. maybe. maybe not.