in the middle of a dream this morning, i gradually woke up, becoming ever more aware that the rain i thought was happening in my dream was really outside my window. a torrential downpour hit my window, full of what sounded like hail and pure wrath, and then my alarm went off seconds later.

but it was a very serene and natural way to wake up--the alarm clock of nature.

i took shelter in memorial union for about an hour and by 9 a.m., the storm had passed. after the thunder clapping, lightning flashing, and what felt like gallons of water hitting my fragile rainbooted and umbrella-armed self, the sky cleared.

i was in awe that when i last stood outside i felt like nature and i were at war, and now, serenity. 

birds were chirping. birds. creatures smaller and seemingly more fragile than i am weren't affected by the storm and went back to singing their songs. 

it's nice to know we're taken care of so delicately.

Matthew 6:26-27  Look at the birds in the sky; they do not sow or reap, they gather nothing into barns, yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are not you more important than they? Can any of you by worrying add a single moment to your life-span?