The road to Atlanta seems to be paved with Floridans fleeing the oncoming hurricane. Apparently the hotel my in-laws are staying at is nearly packed full of Floridans (and Canadians down here for the wedding). My dad and I were driving on the I-75 this afternoon and it seemed just about every other car had a Florida license plate. Meanwhile, there are convoys of wood chippers and hydro trucks heading south towards the storm. It’s quite ominous, actually. I guess the storm is expected to hit the coast sometime Saturday. Rumor has it the remnants will be hitting Atlanta Sunday afternoon. We are leaving Sunday morning and hoping to miss out on the heavy rain and high winds.
With Our Eyes on God
Life inevitably faces us with grievous trials and terrible troubles. None of us remains unscathed and undamaged as we make our way through this fallen world. When trials come, they can loom up so large before us that they become the only thing we can see. And even if we find the strength to cry…
