Have you ever stayed up late, conflicted between your head and your heart? Sometimes the only way out of a dilemma is seeing God take you through the storm.
I love hiking. Even when it rains. Lightly.
It was my first visit out to Georgia, before the days of iPhones and instant weather reports.
Earlier in the morning, I watched the local news and had been warned there’d be showers on and off.
I’d been out in the rain before and wasn’t worried too much about it.
I drove out to a state park. But, as I parked my car, I realized I forgot my rain gear.
There I sat, trying to decide if I should chance it and go for my hike. Should I turn around and leave?
I had driven for over an hour. I decided I didn’t come all this way just to turn back.
I looked up at the sky. The sun was shining and it was early in the day.
I have my waterproof hiking boots on. And my baseball cap. I’ll be alright.
I set out for my trek up, deep into the woods.
An hour later — mid-point on the trail — it started sprinkling. Then, it poured — in sheets, coming down sideways.
I later found out the weather system up on that mountain is completely different from the one back in town.
Storm clouds moved in over the shade of the trees, darkening the sky. The winds began whirling and a clap of thunder cracked in my ears.
Lightning flashed and there I stood. Cold and wet — in the middle of a thunder storm — on a side of a mountain I had never journeyed through…
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