When my grandma was a young girl her brother was hit by lightning. The force knocked him clear across the room. My grandma was traumatized.
I remember my grandma driving us to the mall whenever a storm was coming. Inside the mall she couldn't hear the thunder or see the lightning. We would walk the mall for hours sometimes, waiting for the storm to pass.
One day my grandma was at our house during a storm and I was worried about her. I looked in every room for her and finally found her hiding in my brother's bedroom closet.
I didn't inherit the same fear. I love a good storm...the louder the better.
And I love a good storm even more when I am home, curled up under the blankets on my bed.
It started raining last night and when I woke up this morning it was still raining.
Rain usually means that work will be slow and so I took advantage and stayed in bed.
Jason was in and out of sleep and so I snuggled up next to him listening to his breathing and the rain hitting the windows. It was a perfect way to spend the morning.
When I finally dragged myself out of bed to get ready for work, I came downstairs to see Jason packing a lunch for me. He had filled a thermos full of warm soup, among other things. And when I told him I was going to be working outside in the rain he brought me a waterproof jacket to wear.
As I got in my car he said, "I love you." I said "I love you" back and as I pulled out of the garage I had tears in my eyes. Because it's true...I love him...and I'll be forever grateful that I put God in charge of my life a long time ago...His plan was so much better than my own.