Listening to the wind all night long in the midst of my broken-up sleep pattern tends to make me a little less than excited to get up in the morning. However, as I was pondering the areas of the country receiving massive storms and destructive tornadoes, I realized that a little snow and ice along with a lot of wind may not be as bad as I thought. It could be a lot worse. A look back in history reveals that it could be much, much worse. During the last week of April in 1991, a cyclone ripped through Bangladesh killing 130,000 to 140,000 people and it also left 9 to 10 million people homeless. I can’t even imagine that kind of devastation.
Instead of just complaining about the weather today, I am going to spend some time in prayer for all those who lost their lives in the recent storms as well as their family and friends who are left behind in their grief. I will also pray for the survivors of the storms who are digging through the rubble searching for their belongings, and in some cases, still searching for their loved ones. These are not easy days for any who were in the pathways of these storms.
I am curious. How frequently do you complain about the weather?