HILLBILLY STORM WATCH

hillbilly storm watch

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“The clouds are rollin’ in,” I noted the obvious.

“Looks like a storm,” she agreed.

“Might cool it off,” I mumbled.

“Mmm hmm,” she replied

I realized we sounded like something straight out of a Hee Haw rerun – a couple of hillbillies using just enough sounds to get our unneeded point across. A hillbilly storm watch.

Some storms you can see coming for miles away, others, well, they can sneak up on ya’. Storms don’t sneak up on  a person so easy in west Texas… but that’s another story… Some of the bad storms bring danger, but even when we know there’s a possibility of danger, we see the majestic beauty in a distant storm.

As we watched the threatening dark sky bear down on us, I thought about the other kind of storms; those storms that blow in just like the storm we were watching, but don’t have anything to do with the weather. If the storms of life could be compared to the real live ones, then it’s been hurricane season around here for the last five years or so… no sign of letting up ‘neither’…

“Maybe it’ll skirt around us?” I wondered aloud.

“Maybe?” my wife mumbled back.

“The desert could use some rain,” I spouted another unneeded observation. My wife didn’t even bother to respond to that one… She’s not much of a hillbilly anyway… What’ya expect from someone from St. Louie?

Interesting how the physical storms bring danger, but sometimes needed turmoil that cleans and provides the basics of things needed for life, just in abundance. That’s easy to see in the physical reality of this world, but shouldn’t it be as easy to see regarding our spiritual lives?

All the stormy seasons of life have left us with things we use in our lives… Should we consider them necessities or luxuries? I don’t believe in bad  luck. Period. I believe there are consequences to our actions or lack thereof, and for the choices we make. Sometimes the biggest blessings come from rebuilding after the big storms of our lives have blown through.

The clean up process can take time, but we don’t leave the mess, we always clean it up and we become a little more prepared for the next time a storm blows through.

“You ready?” I asked.

“Yep,” my wife replied getting out of her chair. She is sounding more like a hillbilly everyday, “Think the dogs’ll be alright?”

“They’re dogs!” I answered, “Of course they’ll be fine…”

Maybe we need to start looking for the beauty in those spiritual storms like we do the weather ones? It could very well be that the season of our storms won’t pass until our perspective does…