And speaking of tornadoes - those things are crazy, dropping debris from the sky as they skip to-and-fro across the land. The big one that sadly hit Tuscaloosa a couple years back jumped right over where we lived in Alabama. My neighbor and dear friend, Ashley, took a picture of what fell into her yard. No pennies from heaven or pie from the sky, but rather old receipts, pay stubs, prescriptions - and junk:
So when my brother in Colorado talked about experiencing severe hailstorms last week, I was all ears. And when my baby sister in Taiwan told me she's melting under 105 degree heat, I ate some ice cream. And when I found out that friends and family in Pensacola, Florida got dumped over the weekend with 13+ inches of rain in a 24-hour period, I just sat there and thought, "Man, we Southern Californians sure do have great 75 degree weather day after day after day (falling asleep) after day after day..."
I know, it's beautiful, right? So they say on The Weather Channel. (What a great channel.) But the way I see it, beauty lies in weather that changes, for it points to something bigger than me. It's easier to believe in God when I feel him at work, whipping trees around on a windy day or dusting the ground with powdered-sugar snow. When it's not a Hollywood set making the rain or a fog machine making things spooky, but when it's God. So cool.
Yes, of course, I can't depend solely on changing weather to fuel my faith. But isn't it always nice when God shows off a bit? Flexing his muscles in a thunderstorm? If anything convinces me that I'm not the center of the universe, it's intense thunder and lightning. Romans 1:20 explains that the existence of God is clearly seen through the earth and sky. So true. And having experienced a couple storms on a back porch in Alabama, you don't have to tell me.
So maybe I'm an east-coaster trapped in a SoCal body. But here in the O.C., we do get some weather. Our local mountains get super white with snow, and it hailed several times this year. But, ah, when that that marine layer moves in - so very California. It rolls in and makes my morning coffee a cozy cup. And as Little Bear puts it, "Whether the weather be cold, whether the weather be hot. We'll weather the weather no matter the weather, whether we like it or not."