A shy little girl named McComb,
Was afraid to step foot from her home.
She married a man,
Who lived in a van,
Now her dwelling allows her to roam.
Not sure how the two met, but I’m pretty sure it had something to do with the internet.
More rain today…I am sure that some folks are tired of it around here and some are even a bit fearful of it as the rivers are VERY high, but from my little perch in Mt. Juliet…it’s lovely. The thunder was much more fierce than the rain this evening. The boys were scared, but able to laugh and talk about it. We all jumped a couple times when the crack was so loud it sounded like the house was cut in two, but then laughed at each other despite the shock of it.
Owen told me twice that he wished it wouldn’t storm so he wouldn’t have to be scared, but he never acted scared, he just told me he was. Ivan was clingy but giggly and squirmy. He wanted to be up in my lap and cover his eyes for some reason, but would laugh at himself while he did it. And Aron was obviously afraid and had both arms around my neck in a tight squeeze. He didn’t cry when I set him down, but when his brothers left him alone it produced a significant anxious squeal from him.
I admitted to them that storms used to scare me badly as a kid, and even into my early adult years I was very nervous during storms. They have certainly grown on me and I seem to get a rush from them now. I really wish they could enjoy it with me.
I do hope that the weather will allow us to continue our plans for a cookout with our Sunday school class tomorrow. We have rented a shelter, so at least we’ll have a place to take cover if the clouds are uncooperative. There is a 60% chance of uncooperative weather tomorrow afternoon and evening.
I hope the rain keeps up if for no other reason, to keep the hot weather at bay.
You know, thunder and lightning don’t bother me at all. I usually sleep through it and I love Florida storms. But the fact that storms around here are so often accompanied by tornadoes makes me hate them. Good luck with your picnic tomorrow.
The limerick is amusing because there are some funeral homes in the area named D.O. McComb. I went to a local graduation Wed. evening. A very NOT shy lady sat next to me, shook my hand, and told me her name….Tammy Lynn Mccomb-Johnson or something like that. She then proceeded to let me know that the owners of the funeral homes are family. Amusing, tasteless name dropping. Your limerick was timely.
My Daddy turned 60 today. In his 40s he didn’t think he’d make it to 50. Now look how things go differently than we expect. When I think of storms I always think of him. As a little girl, I too, was very afraid when it stormed. One day Dad took me out on our front porch on Findley Rd. He sat down on the floor. He then made me sit on his lap and wrapped his jacket around both of us, zipping us in. I was forced to sit there with his arms wrapped around my shoulders until I quit trembling in fear. I love, love, love storms now. Seeing God’s power in the weather is such a treat! I rarely know when it storms during the night because I sleep like a baby. There’s a sense of security when it storms, which I realize is not the norm for most people. I obviously have my Dad to thank for that. I love him.
Cheryl – I called your dad last night and wished him a happy birthday. He wasn’t real talkative, but I love him too.
What an awesome memory and one that should be shared. That’s what daddy’s are supposed to do for their kids. Cover them, secure them and let them see the safety they have despite the chaos around them.