Stepping outside of the building that held me captive and suffocated for the last few hours, I pause and take in the beautifully warm late afternoon air. I feel like a prisoner released after twenty years of solitary. Have I said how much I hate meetings? Practically sprinting to my little black thing, I quickly drop the top and jump in. Keys in the ignition, I launch off to take the long way home. Only seconds into this journey, a seriously heavy black cloud descends on our little bayside town. Like a hawk descending and following it's prey, this gray mass seems to be traveling with me. Humongous rain splats drop, like seagull plops, from the sky. My heart sinks. My mouth silently exclaims, "ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?!?"
My 51 year oldness instantly tries to convince my 17 year old self to pull over; put the top up; and do the responsible thing. Lord, everything is going to be soaked! Fortunately, the 51 year old loses and I throw my head back in a giggle so inflating that I feel like I can fly. That is when I realize the nice looking man in the Mercedes next to me is gawking. I am being completely drenched by this warm liquid gift and all I can do is think about how fabulously wonderful this is! Something about this feels like a gift from my Father. He seems to be saying, "Just breath!"
I continue on my journey home. Scooting around the end of the bay, the little black thing hugs the road and flies like a hummingbird that's had too much fake nectar. I pull into the garage severely damp but with a heart that has been given space to breath and feel. How does my Father know exactly what I need? I wanted the sun, but He knew I needed a good soaking. I love that the one who thought me up and placed me in my mother's womb knows me so intricately.
Today, I will trust that His plans for my life are best even when they are contrary to what I think I need or want. Thank you Jesus for a topless rain-soaked ride!
Until We Chat Again,
The Plank-Eyed Girl