I really wanted to go to the beach. I had just decided to move away from warm, sunny Florida and I was feeling as if I had to cram every moment between now and my departure date with trips to the seaside. So despite the gray skies and the slight drizzle I hopped in my car with hope and a long prayer (more like pleading) that the weather would be better an hour away.
It got grayer and rained harder and I almost despaired. Then I decided that even if it was raining I would enjoy walking in the stormy weather because I was NOT going home. A mere mile from the coast the clouds disappeared. It was dark and stormy to the left, dark and stormy to the right, dark and stormy ahead, and goodness knows a nightmare of lightning and rain behind. But where I was, a sunny oasis amidst the storms was present.
And it stayed sunny and hot for three hours. Then just as I lugged my things back to my car it began to sprinkle. And that sprinkle turned into a veritable vesuvius of rain as I drove away. I found myself thinking isn't that just like God to supply me with a peaceful spot among the storm just as he does in my daily life? Miracles as object lessons are such a blessing!
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