This weekend I had the privilege to teach at a prayer retreat.
I hurried home with my two small children, praying the entire way. It occurred to me that the conditions perfect for painting the highways purple are the same conditions that turn the sky to black: a cool morning, a warm afternoon, a little humidity, a bit of wind.
...they both come in the spring.
In Texas, they almost always come together.
Last week, as I drove the highway of life, I saw splashes of color that made my heart sing, and I watched as friends dealt with storms that came upon them without warning - changing life as they've always known it to be.
I'm praying for them, for myself, to cling to God in times both good and bad, because He holds us in His hand.
He is all that is True.
He is bigger than life's storms.
He's the shelter in these storms.
Even so, my heart feels heavy...
Bluebonnets and Tornado's,
...wonderful and unpredictable...
...they always seem to come in spring.