Monsoon Season in NOLA

Rain, rain, go away...come again another day. Well, it has been raining and raining and more raining ever since we returned to New Orleans. Oy vey.  Just Friday, we returned from working at the warehouse, and wouldn't you know it...it rained cats and dogs. Bud let me off to pick up the trash can and as I approached the drive at Haindel house where we live, I discovered the circular driveway was flooded on both sides. I picked up the mail then realized that I had no way to get  to the house without walking in water. Hmmm. I looked down at my new Tom's canvas shoes, deciding that I really didn't want to get them wet. I considered taking my shoes off, but considering that the drive is gravel I reconsidered walking on hard, pointy stones with nothing but my delicate tootsies. Soooo I decided to take the lesser of evils...and walk in the grass. NOT! My first step into the grass and my shoe sank deep into water. Dang. It didn't seem to make a lot of difference which way I went. There was NO way to get to the house without getting my shoes soaked.  Had I been a 6 year old, it would have been really fun splashing my way to the house. But I am not 6, and the prospect didn't excite me at all. I stepped into the water, and it came up to my ankles. What the heck. It is what it is. You know, I just figure that a pair of shoes are a small thing in the scope of things. My belly is full. I have a solid roof to sleep under. I am on the mission field with the best man I have ever met. I have the support of friends and family in my endeavors. So I have a soggy pair of Toms. There are worse things in life. How simple life is if we can just put things into perspective. My shoes are dry now and feel no different on my feet than before they were soaked. So what was I so worried about? Wet shoes or dry, God is still Lord of all, Jesus is in control, and the Holy Spirit lives within me. Is there anything more that I need? Life is good.