I jumped into my filthy, dirty, scuzzy ol' car and rode around and around in here while it was teeming down. My car is so squeaky clean now.
In the midst of this, I found myself, as usual, praying for others in here.
Many are on oxygen, or need nebulizer treatments every so many hours, or need their charged power chairs and scooters to get around in their home. If power goes out, they are in a predicament. Even getting caught while your powered lift-chair has you stretched out can be a dilemma.
So I pray, at times like this, to Jesus himself - to the man who walked on water - to the man who calmed the sea. It is a comforting thought to know I turned it over to him and trust that he will watch over us.
Sweet Lord Jesus, as always, I come to you in bad weather. I know that there are times that things will not go according to my plans, but if it doesn't go against the Father's will, please protect and have mercy on everyone and every home in this community.