Last night I enjoyed an all-too-brief moment of zen, courtesy of an early evening thunderstorm at my home in southeast Kerrville.
Despite the seeming tranquility, I faced frantic thoughts like “Is everyone ok? Is everyTHING ok? What if the river is rising? How can we protect the office?” At the same moment these thoughts raced in, I also realized they were so small compared to the thousands of people who suffered real, devastating loss, and/or faced actual memories of being in those floodwaters. PTSD is real, and heavy rain may be our trigger around here.
Knowing all this, tonight I tried to make peace with the storm. I sat on the deck and embraced it and thanked God for it.
Not 30 seconds after I filmed this video, a giant flash of lighting lit up the sky directly in front of me, and the thunderclap followed almost immediately and was so loud I slapped my hands over my ears without even thinking. I hurried back inside the house.
Sigh. Maybe next time. Baby steps of healing and progress will have to suffice for today. There will always be the next storm. Until then, stay close to the One capable of calming it.
Then He arose and rebuked the wind, and said to the sea, “Peace, be still!”
Mark 4:39 NKJ
And the wind ceased and there was a great calm.
Triggered, but still HIS,
Nicki
Expressively HIS ... 
This is so true. I had the same feelings!
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