I'm a desert rat. Raised in Arizona, when it rains, it's a good day. Here at Lope town, we've been having good weather. Rain. Thunder. Lightining. Wind. Cool weather. Totally the soup eating, latte sipping, slipper wearing, curl up with a good book type of weather. So my obvious reaction is to take pictures. Duh: And then the nice rain, turned to hail. And then the hail turned to bigger hail. And the bigger hail + the strong winds = broken window for our apt and all over chaos here at GCU. Thankfully no one was hurt, or injured. It really made me think about storms and life. Uh-oh, Elisa has a moral to the story.... Things might seem okay. Seem managable. Maybe even see beautiful. But can you still see beauty in things when you have broken window? Can you still see the beauty when your car looks like a golf ball with all the dents? There's a reason why the Bible has so many analogies between storms and hard times in life. Storms cause physical d
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