Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Laughter

On days like this it's hard to realize I don't have all the time in the world. It practically monsooned today- I have never seen it rain that hard. Of course I had no hood or umbrella! haha. But I loved it and laughed at myself and all the other people struggling against the rain as it jarred us rather that its usual soft taps to let us know it's there.  

I was carrying a book bag so heavy it leaves red marks on my shoulder for at least a few hours and carrying a $100 book half under my leather jacket when a guy walking in my direction simply got close enough to me that I could share his umbrella and asked where I was going. His name was John. I wish he'd be my boyfriend. 
haha. just kidding. kind of. 
When I stopped being able to see despite the help of the umbrella, I decided to head back to my room and take a shower.  

When it comes right down to it and you are faced with something so strong and powerful like the ocean, like this storm, that could easily put you in danger of death, your previous commitments become unimportant. You wonder why they ever seemed to matter in the first place when compared to this huge world, this endless universe, this powerful God.  

I watched all the people struggle through the rain today, all of us thinking we had somewhere so important to go. It's at times like that when I let myself laugh at the sillyness of it all. That's when I feel completely safe, when I am entirely at the mercy of God. Because I know that I no longer have control, and I realize how little some things matter.  

Thank God for the monsoons.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

You're comment about the boy with the umbrella made me laugh. Every now and then I encounter some nice and attractive female in some every day situation, and I wonder for a while what they are like. Some lifelong relationships start with those interactions, it isn't stupid to think of being with someone you just met.
Last summer after the relationship which I have alluded to ended, I went to the South Dakota badlands on a mission trip. The sheer beauty and power of that place helped me so much through that time. I felt God with me always, through the surrounding landscape as well as the people. There were two or three storms, I felt much like this during that time. I like to call mission trips spiritual vacations. I can't wait to be with God permanently and have a body that isn't so messed up. Of course, I know His goal is to fix this one up as much as we can.