rain rain go... meh

last night i waited out or maybe even waded out some nasty storms in joliet to see a minor league baseball game. finally the rain stop, the tarp was folded but lots of water remained on the field.  another hour passed before the game started. and eventually the joliet slammers won the game against the river city rascals.

this morning at church i felt as if i was wading through a similar rain delay, except the weather was internal.  sometimes i get so frustrated that my insides feel as if they will shake until they ooze out of me.  i sat outside mid-service, watching actual clouds blow across the actual sky trying to make that happen  inside of me.

why was i there? what was my intent? my purpose? still working on it, really, but God reminded me as the clouds blew across the sky of my mind that really it's about Him.  folding the tarp is only the start, but there has to be a start somewhere, right?