Driving Rain

The first sound of thunder came during that phase of slumber when we tend to think the rumble might have come from the power of imagination, some disturbing aspect in the crumbling edges of a dream. I had no such doubts about the second; it rattled the windows and shook the walls. The even rhythm of the rain was syncopated by harder beats as bits of hail fell against the flat roof right outside the west window of the bedroom.

I rose in company to more rumblings and flashings and looked out the window. It was still too dark for detail but I could see the lights of two tractor-trailer rigs pulled onto the shoulder of Highway 36. When I see the OTR truckers pulled off the road in a downpour, I’m pretty sure the red section of the weather radar is making its way through.

Checking the National Weather Service’s website a bit later confirmed the suspicion and revealed a pretty fast moving system. It had shifted east nearly thirty miles in the past forty-five minutes.

There are times in our lives when the storm moves through quickly, other times when it seems to settle around us and rain for months. Sometimes, we continue moving ahead, slowing a bit perhaps, but still focused forward. There are other times when we need to wait upon the Lord, praying that he will give us greater vision and wait for him to clear the way. It is seldom in life that we gain greater advantage by pushing blindly ahead, not compelled by faith and wisdom, but driven by the stubbornness of our own determination.

H. Arnett

About Doc Arnett

Native of southwestern Kentucky currently living in Ark City, Kansas, with my wife of twenty-nine years, Randa. We have, between us, eight children and twenty-eight grandkids. We enjoy singing, worship, remodeling and travel.
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