Caught Up In the Storm

This evening I took my dog for a walk. The sky was cloudy - it had been cloudy all day. The wind was blowing a little - it had been blowing all day. It was the perfect temperature to sneak in a quick walk before dinner...or so I thought.

About a mile and a half from my house, I felt a drop. No big deal I thought to myself I'll just pick up my pace a little and make it home before it starts to rain any harder. If you live in Athens, you know what happens next. It started POURING.

Before "the bottom fell out" (as we say down here in the south), I had been listening to the song Run Wild by For King and Country. God and I were having a chat as the following lines were ringing through my head:

You haven't started dreaming cause you're still fast asleep...

But don't you want to 

Run wild, live free

Love strong, you and me

You're a lion full of power who forgot how to roar

You're an eagle full of beauty but you can't seem to soar...

I heard the Lord ask me Megan, are you ready to run wild? I was like Sure. Yeah. Whatever that means. It was at that point that it started pouring, and I ducked behind a tree just as about 200 leaves started flying towards my face. 

At that point I decided that I was going to run as fast as I could back to my house. My dog had other ideas. We made it about .05 miles before she decided she wasn't having this whole running thing, especially not in the rain. I was already drenched, and the rain wasn't relenting. In fact, it was coming down in torrents. The wind had picked up. 

So now I had about a mile to go...to walk. It was at that point I realized I had the opportunity to make that mile miserable or fun. So I decided to opt for the fun option.

I slowed my roll, petted MJ on the head, and turned up my music. It was GLORIOUS. Y'all, I had an encounter with the Creator of this universe while in the middle of the street splashing through puddles and being drenched to the bone.

Let me tell you. I got some weird looks. Some dude even pointed at me from his porch. He was probably confused. And had I been him, I would have been too. I looked like a little kid stomping through puddles and wading through the rivers in the street, all while having this cheesy grin on my face. 

I finally made it back to my house (in case anyone was wondering), and I was full of joy and life. It was a beautiful thing I had just experienced, all because I decided to not be defined by the situation or the people around me.

I think that's a life lesson I can carry on through many more storms.

Megan