Flash Flooding

Lightening cracking through the dark night sky, rain pinging the wall of windows like an out of tune wind chime, when at 3:42 a.m. alarms echo the bedroom walls. We are in the middle of a big thunderstorm.

My husband and I love thunderstorms. The sound of the rain and the beauty of the lightening can be so relaxing and soothing. Although it is not a string quartet it is awe-inspiring to know God made thunderstorms too.

Your thunder roared like chariot wheels. The world was made bright by lightning, and all the earth trembled. — Psalm 77:18 (CEV)

4:10 a. m. and another alarm goes off. It’s time to get up, get ready and go to the work. I’m pretty sure I hit “OFF” instead of “snooze”.

Driving to work on the dark during a torrential downpour was white-knuckling for sure. I so appreciated the lightening because it illuminated the road and I could see what was in front of me.

Driving home from work was pretty typical and uneventful until I turned down our main road to get to the house. Slowly rolling closer and closer my car came to a stop.

I can’t get home!

Trucks go around me breaking through the barricade, water up to their doors, and struggling they finally make it to the other side. I stay calm, take a deep breath and thank Jesus for there is a back way to get home.

Or so I thought.

Twenty minutes later I’m on the backside of the same road. There’s water all around, but the roads look good.

“Okay,” I thought to myself, “I can do this!”

Until… ahead in the distance I see more barricades blocking the road. Trucks and SUV’s are crossing with water as high as their doors. I creep closer.

“No way!” I said out loud. “I just can’t do it!”

I can’t get home!

Fear welled up in me. Tears puddles to the rim of my eyelids. I have nowhere to go. I can’t get home. I can’t get to our dogs. I’m stuck.

I can’t think of a thing else but to call my husband. He answers. All he has to say is “Babe, is everything okay?” and I choke back the tears. With a long silence I try to pull myself together to get my words out. Well, I sort of do. Thankfully he understands me.

With his voice in my ear he guides me home through a stretch of roadway covered with standing water and one smaller dip that had flowing water across it.

God had me the entire time.

When we drive through life and ignore alarms, “caution” road signs, and barricades we must be prepared for the fall out, the consequences, the discipline, in some cases, or redirection.

When Jesus took His last breath hanging on the cross staked into the hill of Golgotha, and rose again three days later, He sent us the Holy Spirit. It is our guide, our compass, our barometer. I don’t know about you, but when I discount or dismiss Him I regret it every time. Today would have been no different. You see, I drive a low profile smaller sedan. It wouldn’t take much to be swept away in the flood current.

After walking through the storms of today I see a parallel between observing and obeying the road signs, and spending time with the Lord, especially reading His Word, and obeying His direction. He wants to protect us just as the Department of Transportation road crews and first responders want to protect us.

The road crews and first responders can’t prevent my car from being swept away if I choose to drive around the barricades and into the water.

God can’t protect me if I walk outside of His obedience.

Trust in the Lord with all your heart

    and lean not on your own understanding;

in all your ways submit to him,

    and he will make your paths straight.

Proverbs 3:5-6 (NIV)

I am encouraged today that He reminded me again that if I listen, obey the warning signs, listen to the ones He puts in my path to walk me through anything He will keep me safe.

For he will rescue you from every trap

    and protect you from deadly disease.

He will cover you with his feathers.

    He will shelter you with his wings.

    His faithful promises are your armor and protection. Psalm 91:3-4 (NIV)

So thank You Jesus for loving me so much that you never stop protecting me. You sent me a husband who would die for me. He shows me every day how it’s his job to keep me safe and to love me. Thank you Mark for protecting me, keeping me safe and loving me. I love you with all my heart.


(Lightening display at 10, 21 and 46 seconds in.)

Dear sisters and brothers,

I pray that as the storms of life roll in and rushing waters rise that you are encouraged to continue listening closely to the Holy Spirit, obey the warning signs, and walk through the trial before you no matter how big or small. Our God has intentionally prepared the very best route for the very best outcome. It may appear to be too big, too mighty or all too consuming, please know that He is covering you with His feathers and sheltering you with His wings. He loves you so very much and He will prove faithful.

Sweet Jesus dreams,

Missy xo

PSA: If you ever drive up to water across the roadway please always remember to…


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13 responses to “Flash Flooding”

  1. I hate thunder and lightning. As a small boy I would always beat my sister to my parents bed. The sound of thunder after a lightning strike had hit so close I would shake violently and still do when it lights up the room as if it was daylight. And the loudest cracks of thunder and lightning would hit in the same second with the sound crisp and clear and shaking the house.

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