I was soaked from walking outside Hersey's doors to my bus, the wind whipping up rain right into my face and my once-dry clothes.  By the time I made it to Bus 1, there was little to distinguish me from the falling water around me.  It pretty much rained the rest of the evening, just a non-stop of excess H2O to weaken one's spirits and dampen one's clothes.

This morning, walking down my driveway towards my bus stop, I couldn't help but notice the limitless amounts of worms strewn in every which way across the blacktop.  We as humans are those worms.  After the storm, after endless amounts of pain and uprooting, many of us find ourselves scattered across the wayside, in no purposeful direction.  Some curse God for the hardship.  Others go into depression.  All of us experience loss.  In an era where comfort is indulged in more so than in past history, being shaken from our dirt (still goin' on with the worm analogy) is, well, discomforting.  Pain may be given to emphasize the unsettled sin in our lives or simply serve as a means to trust our core strength.  But whatever the pain may be, we can trust in God to be our final peace.

7:07 AM