This FB status update pretty much sums up Sunday evening at work.
Three children, completely unwell, each in the midst of their own crisis, fueling one another.
An earthquake, a tornado, and a flash fire. The perfect storm. I felt it coming. Anyone would've. The week had been rocky; progressively worse as each day past. I succumbed to dread. I waited for disaster. I completely surrendered to it. Why?
Why would I ever surrender to anything other than my Creator? Why would I dread, when I should turn to my heavenly father with prayers and pleas?
Sometimes I know things because some things are plainly seen. Sometimes I know things because I'm observant. Sometimes I know things because God wants me to.
And every time, every time, every time I know something... I surrender to it. I accept it. I dread it. Or wait excitedly for it, depending on what it is... but what I should really do is surrender to God. Accept his authority.
Pray. Pray. Pray.