When I woke up this morning to clouds and 70 degrees, I had some mild panic of what will become of the world if it rains on Memorial Day Weekend! Then, I noticed the cool breeze, a rarity in Mississippi that always reminds me of my Papa Utley's grave, and I remembered the day after Hurricane Isaac.
Sally (my canine soul mate) and I walked along the branch-covered street gleeful of the nice weather. Any other day, I would have thought in the cloudy dampness it would be better to stay home and not venture out, but, after Hurricane Isaac, it was a lovely day!
Of course, I heard myself and others giving thanks that Isaac was not Katrina. Life is the same as the weather. Annoyances and disappointments of everyday life can seem like the worst, but they are nothing compared to sickness and death.
At the risk of being completely cliche, it is the Hurricane Katrinas in life that make pearls of our scar tissue-covered hearts and make us appreciate the freshness and light of change and in cloudy damp days. They give us perspective without which our lives would truly be very small and unhappy.
A twinge of fear creeps in as I write this, saying "be careful what you ask for," but I am asking that our Higher Power be gentle with us as we venture out, and I give thanks for partly cloudy days.
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