i know i'm constantly saying that i hate rain, because i do. but there is some little rain fairy living inside of me that gives me some absurd appreciation for it. rain fairy? yeah, just go with it.. i got home from the mall approximately 45 minutes ago and ya wanna know the first thing i did when i got out of my car? i ran over to the closest puddle and started jumping in it. a sixteen year old girl, in the middle of the rain, jumping in a puddle, just picture it. a small part of me wants to stay young forever, because everything is so carefree and fun. but the other larger portion desires to grow up, and begin a life of my own.
i'm really thankful that God gave me a great primary olfactory cortex, because i really love when i smell things that bring back memories of something. like the smell of the rain reminds me of the big storms we had when i was younger, back when our backyard was a valley and they water would run like a river down into the creek. during on of those storms, my older brother thought it would be an awesome idea to go out with an umbrella and stand on the "island" in the middle of the "river". it was actually pretty cool. let me explain though, as i feel like i've confused you. the street that we live on is a hill, and we live at the bottom of the street, which is at the bottom of the hill. all the rain would run through the backyards of our neighbors houses, and because of the valley like nature of our yard, it formed a stream about five feet across that the rain would flow through. it wasn't a legit stream, just a divet in the grass, but it was stilll cool. about halfway between the start of the stream and the real creek was a small patch of higher ground where the stream would diverge at to form an island. so we had an unofficial island in our yard. i don't know about you but i think it's pretty sweet.
JESUS TRANSITION.
today as i was driving home, i hit a stoplight (it was really dumb actually, i hit almost EVERY light on the way there AND coming home. talk about bitter..) and i noticed a cop was next to me. so i made my turn and he ended up pulling behind me and tailed me HALF OF THE WAY home. yeah, you wanna see paranoid? just put a cop behind me for four miles. i'm pretty sure i looked at my speedometer every 2.30984 seconds. and i didn't go more than four miles over the speed limit. i was near sweating bullets. that event got me thinking though. Jesus is kind of like our own spiritual cop. just ponder that thought. when we mess up, He pulls us over and gives us a talking to. the first time, we may be let off with a warning, and that's be our cue to be more careful and make wiser choices. the second time we get pulled over, it isn't quite that pretty. now Jesus won't put us in Holy jail, but He makes sure we know what we did wrong. i'm not saying you should live your life in fear that Deputy Jesus is going to give you a ticket, but we should be aware of our words and actions. unlike your everyday police officer, God is ALWAYS watching.
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