Springs Last Hurrah!

There is something special about a storm!
Springs Last Hurrah
Springs Last Hurrah

When we were kids there was something special about a “blue norther” roaring through your neighborhood. Of course, this could easily be any simple thunderstorm sweeping across the flat lands of south Texas. Those coastal areas have no hills, and only trees and buildings to stand up to the march of the weather.

My brothers and I would climb some of the favored whip cord thin trees, as high up as possible. Then like cowboys on a bucking bronc we would ride the trees in the wind as they are whipped every direction.

Mom’s only requirement was that we come down as soon as we heard thunder or saw lightening… Bummmer… It was okay to get wet – just not fried…!

Since most of my pre-adult life was lived in a flat land, we never grew up standing on a hill side, or high plateau, and watch a storms approach. But when you saw that darkening sky rolling over the trees, you prepared yourself to enjoy the storm!

Maybe this is the main reason I enjoy bad weather!

Several weather reports yesterday suggested that our mild weather might be ending this weekend as we approach the beginning of Summer. Spring’s last hurrah. For the past few mornings we have been warned of wet commutes – yet the sun continues to break the eastern horizon and there is hardly a cloud in the sky. Last night the weather front moved in and I could feel the moisture in the air. Winds kicked up a little, yet the yard is not littered with left overs like we see in our winter storms.

In an area as diverse as ours I understand the forecaster cannot always paint a correct picture to every nook and cranny. We have hills, peninsula’s, water ways, and some of the mountains are big enough to redirect the weather flow.

I log into my weather app and watch the radar showing me where the front is located and the system does a decent job of showing where to expect rain to fall over the next hour.

Here lately it has been missing me, and I am disappointed…

I realize there are major storm battering the mid-west. Floods in Minnesota, and tornadoes from the Dakotas marching repeatedly across the plains. These weather fronts often bring severe destruction and I commiserate with those who are suffering even today.

As a child we fled Texas when Hurricane Carla swept through in 1961. As an adult I have had my home in the path of a tornado and even battened down the hatches as we rode out a hurricane. In Alaska I have been through some severe cold fronts that froze every house on the northern side and caused water pipes buried 20 feet deep to burst. Here in Washington we survived an ice storm that brought down power lines for nearly a week. Every winter for the past decade we have lost power due to winter storms that continually march through from the Pacific Ocean.

We use storms to describe the reality of life that batters the human spirit and soul. Most of the crippling effect of sickness is often likened to a storm that wreaks havoc upon our bodies. When we see the aftermath of a natural storm we understand the analogy.

Yet, there is something mightier than the storm!

The psalmist pens these words so eloquently – I wish I knew Hebrew better!

Psa 93:1-5 ESV The LORD reigns; he is robed in majesty; the LORD is robed; he has put on strength as his belt. Yes, the world is established; it shall never be moved. (2) Your throne is established from of old; you are from everlasting. (3) The floods have lifted up, O LORD, the floods have lifted up their voice; the floods lift up their roaring. (4) Mightier than the thunders of many waters, mightier than the waves of the sea, the LORD on high is mighty! (5) Your decrees are very trustworthy; holiness befits your house, O LORD, forevermore.

Mightier than every storm is our God. Even when life throws it’s last hurrah, we still serve a God that is larger than life!