This is an entry in my "Journal" from Saturday.

Enjoy!

Maybe the 20th or the 21st. The thunderstorm brewing says “It doesn’t matter” One of my favorite thoughts is simply; “It doesn't matter; the wind blows and the rain falls”.

Sticking my head out of my window to watch the wind blow and the storm come in, a man wearing an old torn shirt walked by. In my world right now, I can't stress to you enough how common this is, but it was a fairly significant rip down the back of his shirt. Along with the realization of his soon to be soaked shirt, I thought “I could give him one of mine, AND put it in a plastic bag so he could keep it dry!” I was pretty excited, and I very nearly jumped out to the window to do it. Only hindsite shows me that the LORD kept me from immediate obedience. A few moments passed and I noticed him coming towards the shelter. I hopped down from the window & into my flip-flops and went to the front. Indeed, he had come in, and to get a shower! His name is John and NOW, I was able to bless him with extra socks, 2 shirts & soap in it’s own holder!

I love the winds in the trees and the peals of thunder before the storm overhead!