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Sunday, December 23, 2007

Or the Warm Tropical Beaches of the Florida Coast

Some have said that my appreciation for the state of Florida borders on obsession rather than admiration and affection. This might be true. I do love the state, and think it is one the better ones in the union.

But as I drove to Melbourne, FL from Louisiana last Thursday something funny happened. If you paid attention to the weather in the Southeast at all last week, you may have heared that a big low went through from Texas to the east coast. It rained profusely. I left New Orleans Thursday morning, and as soon as I made it to the Louisiana/Mississippi border it began to rain. Not only did it rain, it stormed. Did it just storm? No. There was 40 MPH winds, lighting, hail, everything. It was crazy. I think it was the worst storm I ever drove through (with the exception of Hurricane Ivan in 2004). At one point, I was on I-10 driving about 30 MPH! I couldn't see for hours. It was horrible. I just wanted the storm to end, for it to get quiet, and me to drive the speed limit.

Yet, as I approached the Alabama/Florida border, I experienced a relief. As soon as I crossed into the 27th state something happened. The rain stopped. Sure it sprinkled here and there. But it was like the clouds parted and there was a little light from the sun behind the many large clouds. As I crossed into Florida I thought to myself that this was significant. It stopped raining as soon as I got here. It was like God was saying, "You are home." Even if it had not been raining, once I get to Florida, things always just seem better. And maybe, just maybe, God turned the water off just so my obsession/appreciation would continue.

Maybe it's not that weird after all.

posted by Jeff Watkins at 12:47 PM


Anonymous Allison said...

I'm glad you made it in one piece - and what a great welcome you got :)

12:36 AM  

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