When the news wasn’t reporting on the corona virus yesterday, the weathermen were modeling and forecasting and warning and urging us all to be prepared for the big line of severe storms that were expected.
All day long I felt this sort of dread and anxiety. As an okie, you can kind of tell when it’s really going to storm. There is something about the heat and the clouds and the humidity during the day…you just know.
Anticipating the storms and the very high likelihood of large hail and damaging winds, I decided to cut some of my biggest, prettiest, recently-opened rose blooms and bring them inside.
And it pretty much made my day to have a big vase of these in my kitchen.
Anyway, as predicted the storms rolled in around 6:00. The tornado sirens went off and the sky turned an ominous blue-green color. The main rotation was less than a mile from the house. A little too close for comfort for me.
After the threat of tornadoes passed the storm raged on. Thunder and lightning shook the house for another hour. And by the time it was all over I had eaten the rest of a pan of brownies and picked the cuticle on my thumb until it bled.
Yep. Storm season has arrived in Oklahoma.
When I got up this morning it was so calm and beautiful and peaceful as I walked around the backyard to survey the damage. Thankfully it wasn’t too bad – just a couple of small branches down and minor damage to a few of my flowers.
Even if you don’t live in Oklahoma and have never heard a tornado siren, my guess is that you know something about big storms, and I don’t just mean weather-related. Especially now with our current pandemic which has been raging on for months. Our collective nerves are frazzled and we’re tired of living hunkered down in the basement (so to speak).
One of my favorite sentiments that I’ve seen going around lately is this…
it’s hard because it’s hard.
Life feels heavy and hard right now. I also believe that hard seasons don’t last forever.
Sending you love and wishing you calm and peace in whatever storms you might be facing.