There are lessons to be learned from water, specifically hurricanes and droughts.
Something that is life-giving and necessary for existence can easily become destructive when it gets out of balance. Too much or too little and that which we usually welcome we start to fear.
We feel helpless because we can’t control, we can only react.
Those who have been in the path of recent hurricanes have undoubtedly gained a new respect for water.
Those in the path of devastating fires in the west likewise have a new understanding of what too little of it means.
They can only do their best to stay safe, protect those they love, and pick up the pieces afterwards.
I believe all of this is also true of love.
In my life, during those times when I have no control, I can only trust in a God who carries me when I cannot walk alone. He has a plan. Placing my trust in Him is my “job” (and I say that because it’s something I truly have to work at) and my obligation.
I also have to spend some time on my knees.