Tossed by the storm.
Embraced through the storm.
Saved from the storm.
Framed by the storm.
This was the scene in our backyard following the "Great Hailstorm" of 2008 (July 2.) Two giant pines crushed our above-ground pool, 48 feet round, 6 feet deep in the middle. A place of laughter and cannonballs and music and solitude and starlit floats. Even an occasional skinny dip.
Memories framed in my mind.
" . . . and you were so glad when the storm died down . . . Psalm 107:30a (Message)
Note: This post is in response to Claire Burge's PhotoPlay prompt "Frame It" at High Calling Blogs.
What is your most memorable storm story?
How have you been framed by the storms of life?
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