We were at Busch Gardens when it started. Just a drop or two at first, and then, before we knew it, buckets of rain, pouring down on our heads.
Kevin and I heard the boys from our dry, comfy spot, laughing at our peculiar landing spot. But hey, were we dry or what?
The storm lasted several minutes. Long enough for Justin, our oldest, to figure out that if he pushed a button several times it would eventually talk back . . . “Quit poking me!” Sending more waves of laughter across our booth train.
But the structures kept us warm and safe and dry in our time of need. It got me to thinking. Where do I go when the storms of life hit, hard and sudden? There are so many options people take. We Christians know we should turn to God. Is there a warmer, safer spot? A spot that’s more secure and unmoving and perfect?
Still we know. We know only One holds the key to our future. To our comfort. Only one can save us from the storm. The others merely offer comfort or distraction.
What’s your port in the storm?