Flood Waters

We sort of missed out on sleep last night.

Blue bolts of light flickered across the walls.

Lightning so close

that it flashed and thundered all at once.

Thunder so fierce, and deep,

that our aging house shuddered,

and the windows rattled with each roll.

And then the rain came,

hard and fast.

I could hear the soft drip; drip;

in our leaky old chimney.

I awoke to the kitchen radio broadcasting warnings

of more storms, and flash floods,

as the sun rose on a drenched world.

The dogs and I took an evening walk as dusk settled.

The air was so thick and humid

we had to swallow to take a breath.

It felt like an Orlando day in a Louisiana swamp.

The air sniffed of homeless earthworms,

and the air buzzed with hoards of mosquitoes.

But that pink sky is what made us go.

We've been enjoying the record precipitation for awhile,

and the weeds in the garden are having almost as

much fun as the mosquitoes these days.

But this too shall pass.

We got a little curious about the creek

across the road;

and just had to go check it out.

By our standards and thirteen years of records...

The water was high.

Huck, Buster, and I took a moment to sit on the bank

and reflect, as we often do.

The sky increased in its flaming pinkness,

the creek clamored by,

the mosquitoes made way for the fireflies;

and God's promises shown anew.

"When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee;

and through the rivers,

they shall not overflow you..."

Isaiah 43:2

Just a moment to be grateful for

stormy nights, flood waters, and fiery sunsets;

that remind me just how small I am,

and how Great my God is.