we stayed in our cars for a good while. it was pouring down HARD. the raindrops sounded almost like hail on my windshield and we could not see anything through the windows.
then, it was hail. hard enough to feel like my windshield was going to break any moment. feared crept up, debated going home instead. we waited.
when the hail stopped, we all made a mad dash inside.
and as the storm grew louder, our voices grew even louder then.
our hands were lifted, our hearts in an offering.
and in that moment, our voices in unison with the enormous raindrops hitting the windows, the Lord made His presence known.
even in the storm, no matter how ugly, how deep the howling of the wind, your heart as it seeks the Lord will always find His righteousness and salvation.
because He is faithful to those that draw near to His heart.
may you have a weekend full of close moments with the Lord.