This cracked me up:
After the Storm
Irene has come and gone. She was fierce and very, very moody.
Here are some great pictures from over at The Big Picture.
Also, here’s “Stormy Weather” by Ella Fitzgerald. Don’t get much better than this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ezGHapF8-lY&feature=player_embedded
Goodnight Irene.
Continuing to Ride it Out
Keli, Biscuit, Nagini and I continue to ride out this storm here in Seaford. Apparently the worst is yet to come, as the height of the storm will arrive at high tide. Thankfully, we continue to have power, though intermittently. I’ve been an unproductive slug today–only accomplishing some laundry, some cleaning and some school work. Mostly though, and gratefully, I’ve spent time with my girl. But goodness I miss the other 3 of my crew.
Wow. The wind is really intense right now. A bit disconcerting. Much debris landing on our roof.
The storm is fascinating. It generates so many thoughts that I can hardly keep up with my own mind. Should we go or should we stay? What creates such power? Does God have a purpose for this hurricane? If so, what is it?
I found this picture of Irene to be stunning. It’s hard to think that this is what is causing all this destruction underneath it:
The Beauty of Storms
Tim Challies does an excellent job capturing the idea of worship in the midst of a literal storm; fitting words tonight as many of us await Irene:
“This was the kind of storm Jesus experienced, not in the safety of a brick house, but in a little boat in the middle of the sea. And in a storm like this he opened his tired eyes and rebuked it. “Peace, be still!” And the storm heeded the voice of the Creator. Even wind and waves obeyed him.
Watching this storm, standing under the overhang by the front door, feeling the rain splash against my feet as forks of lightning split the skies—this was worship. I stood there in a long moment of fear—not the fear of terror, but the fear that comes in knowing my place, in knowing who I am, in knowing who He is, in knowing that even this is his handiwork. All around me the storm cried out of the power and glory and majesty of God. It spoke—it yelled and screamed and bellowed. It called for me to worship the Creator of the storm and the Calmer of the storm.”