preparadness

Right now it looks like something tropical

is on the way to Savannah.

It is a named storm.

Hermine.

At this moment,

6:14,

It is cloudy,

very humid,

no rain,

and still as it can be.

Not a single leaf is moving.

As you can see in the picture,

I am prepared if the lights go out.

I can read myself to sleep with a candle,

and not miss a thing.

Bubba has brought the crown of thorns into the garage

and lashed the grill to the porch post.

We are ready for whatever comes, which probably won't be much.

Our beach condo is locked tight as well.

The guests for the weekend checked out this morning,

not wanting to watch the storm from the deck.

I think they are missing out on all the fun.

I read this a while ago.

It is from the Psalm Seventy-eight.

God controls the storms!

"The waters saw you, O God;

the waters saw You and were in anguish;

The deeps also trembled,

The clouds poured out water;

The skies gave forth a sound;

Your arrows dashed here and there.

The sound of You thunder was in the whirlwind;

The lightnings lit up the world;

The earth trembled and shook,

You way was in the sea,

and Your paths in the mighty waters."

To God be the Glory

For All He has Done!