Last night it rained. I wasn’t surprised. I don’t think the rest of the USA is as wet as we are here in Eastern Kansas, but …
We look like spring. Or maybe Ireland. The natives are complaining about the fact that you have to mow, but my brother is more annoyed by the fact that the grass takes until noon to dry off and as soon as five thirty hit the dew is gathering again. The rivers are full, the floodplains are swamps, and the the only color other than green is the determinedly ripening grass.
Where was I going? Oh yeah, to last nights rainstorm. Just as I was considering getting ready for bed the rain that had been threatening all afternoon finally came. We went out to the porch and I decided to go further out. D was concerned that I would get hit by lightning.
But I went out anyway. I ran back and forth carrying five gallon buckets of water over to dump them in the ditch. After they were all empty I went and danced in the front yard ditch before deciding I was a bit tired and should probably head for bed.
It was only after I was in bed that my brain calmed down enough to think about what had happened. D was right. The lightning was pretty intense. Normally I would say it was dangerous to be out there. But several years ago a thought struck me, I was still a beginner swimmer and not at all comfortable in the water.
As a child of God I’m immortal until he calls me home.
That isn’t to say I can go jumping out of airplanes without a parachute. Rather that I won’t get struck by lightning or drown unless God has that in his plans for me.